“Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.” “ there once was a moon, as beautiful as can be, only the stars could fathom, but the sun could not see. The sun so radiant, he burns so bright. The.
hemingway – try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all of your might and when you laugh, laugh like hell. and when you get angry get good and
story of my life right now."You get a strange feeling when you leave a place, like you'll not only miss the people you love, but you miss the person you are at this time and place because you'll never be this way ever again" - Azar Nafasi
Self Esteem Grade Beautiful Shel Silverstein poem about BLUE authenticity and the masks we wear (I think, anyway). It would be beautiful to read this before doing a mask-making activity in a counseling group.