When I think about my father, the first image that comes to mind is holding his hand as he drove me to the train station six weeks before he died; I had never noticed how beautiful his hands were until I saw them, for the first and last time, entwined in mine.
Sarah Ban BreathnachWe are far betting dealing with the big losses-death, divorce, debt, and debilitating illness-than with the daily onslaught of little losses.
Sarah Ban BreathnachAs we become curators of our own contentment on the Simple Abundance path... we learn to savor the small with a grateful heart.
Sarah Ban BreathnachIt doesn't really matter whether we reflect the light through our authentic gifts or whether our authentic calling is to spread it. What matters is that tonight is that the world is dark, cold, and bleak. Your flame burns so brightly. Share your Love and warmth with others. Watch the Light return.
Sarah Ban Breathnach