This is the blood's wild tree that grows the intricate and folded rose - Judith Wright

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I don't doubt for a second that Neil Armstrong's spirit is still with us: that unique blend of optimism, humility and the utter confidence that when the world needs someone to do the really big stuff, you need an American.

Judith Wright

This is the blood's wild tree that grows the intricate and folded rose

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I 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.

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As we get past our superficial material wants and instant gratification we connect to a deeper part of ourselves, as well as to others, and the universe.

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Feelings or emotions are the universal language and are to be honored. They are the authentic expression of who you are at your deepest place.

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We 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.

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Wisdom 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.

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