I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep…Keep busy with survival. Β Imitate the trees. Β Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Β Sit it out. Β Let it all pass. Β Let it go.
May Sarton,Β Journal of a Solitude
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