When not deeply engaged in creative activities, or numbed by the TV, I felt empty and hungry. My heart hurt... I often felt hollow or as if I were some kind of wispy ghost, barely existing.
Judith WrightNow that I know that each star has its path, each bird is finally feathered and grown in the unbroken shell, each tree in the seed, each song in the life laid down - is the night sky any less strange; should my glance less follow the flight; should the pen shake less in my hand.
Judith WrightWhen we learn new behaviors and break through to higher levels of consciousness and love, we can fulfill the deeper spiritual hunger within.
Judith WrightWe are hungry for more; if we do not consciously pursue the More, we create less for ourselves and make it more difficult to experience More in life.
Judith WrightFeelings or emotions are the universal language and are to be honored. They are the authentic expression of who you are at your deepest place.
Judith WrightWe've observed that people who stall in their personal growth work often have counterproductive soft addictions that stand in their way of growth and having the life they say they want. It can be a simple thing, such as watching TV instead of finishing a project.
Judith WrightI learned to be with myself rather than avoiding myself with limiting habits; I started to be aware of my feelings more, rather than numb them.
Judith WrightThat impulse I think is a form of love. Poetry is something that comes to you, rather than your having to work out its form beforehand.
Judith WrightSoft addictions are an alluring, seductive aspect of our culture - they are easy to attain and socially acceptable, they are even encouraged in many cases. Yet they are lethal to the spirit.
Judith WrightLove is a very important part of life, and you have to give in to it. But after a while it ceases to be such an important force in life, and that's the time when you should give in to age and stop doing it, if you don't have the impulse any more.
Judith WrightWisdom can see the red, the rose, the stained and sculptured curve of grey, the charcoal scars of fire, and see around that living tower of tree the hermit tatters of old bark split down and strip to end the season; and can be quiet and not look for reasons past the edge of reason.
Judith Wright