I have found myself asking for guidance often of late. With thought absent, I pick a book from the shelf and allow my fingers to choose a page. Time and again, guidance comes. The divine hand waves to greet me. Even when the days have a hard edge, small confirmations like these encourage my faith to grow.
Healing
I am not a mechanism, an assembly of various sections.
And it is not because the mechanism is working wrongly,
that I am ill.
I am ill because of wounds to the soul, to the deep emotional self,
and the wounds to the soul take a long, long time, only time can
help
and patience, and a certain difficult repentance,
long, difficult repentance, realization of life’s mistake, and the
freeing oneself
from the endless repetition of the mistake
which mankind at large has chosen to sanctify.
by D.H. Lawrence