“Those we lose are never forgotten.. The ache remains, and no time can wipe the ache. When memories rush, they will cut you inside, and the river will freeze, but while breaking inside, you learn to live again, taking love and loss together, in your depths. Tides of time will come and leave, the quiet ache will soften, but footprints will remain of those who once lived. But the truth is, while grieving, you break and make at the same time. Grief breaks bit by bit, and the river flows, transforming you along the way. Where love once was, there, memories rush, and you make music out of them, holding them in your song. Grief, as it breaks, makes you flow with it, and so you build, making something beautiful with the memories, while flowing in the river of grief. This breaking and making becomes a journey of remembrance and honoring those who once came into our lives. Along the way, you learn how to carry the loss, yet live a life beyond the loss into the light.” LoveLifeInspirationalLightWaterHealingEmotionsFlowRiver Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“Holy is the mystery about which we never stop being curious. For it strikes the sleeping soul to fire, bringing in the pull of life. So you ponder, what did the moon whisper that the ocean brought such tides, why did stars twinkle and flood the night with light?” LifeInspirationalLightNightMoonStar Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“The more you know yourself inward, the more you blossom outward. The more you are awake inward, the more you flower outward.” LifeInspirationalLightHealingFlowerEmotionsBlossom Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“The more awake you are inward, the more you flower outward. The more you sense yourself inward, the more you blossom outward.” LifeInspirationalLightHealingSunFlowerEmotionsBlossom Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“In hours of loss, Into the heart, opens a seed, And there grows a flower, from the river of grief.” LifeInspirationalLightHealingFlowerEmotionsRiverSeed Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“In hours of loss, In the heart, opens a seed, And there grows a flower, from the river of grief.” LifeInspirationalLightHealingFlowerEmotionsRiverSeed Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“There I was, caught in a fog of a gloom so thick. But I longed to live, I longed to reach the land of light and flowers. So I create, to sense the fluidity, the river of life.” LifeInspirationalLightHealingFlowerEmotionsRiver Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“Grief bathes you in its rain, fresh and anew, and you are never again the same. It washes you with its downpour, rebuilding you in the process.” LifeInspirationalLightHealingEmotionsRain Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“She had always believed there was something beautiful in the way a fire could start from nothing and rise into a beast. It told her that anything was possible. It told her that no matter how dark the world might be, all it needed was a spark.” LightDarkFireSpark Book:A Tempest of Tea Source: A Tempest of Tea
“A shout of ecstasy shakes the land of sadness, And the soul of light wants to erase the history of night. Every moment, a teacher, a guide, a sage in the voyage of life. If the soul has no light, even in sunlight, it loses the spirit of life. but with a soul of light, even at night, you see a thousand stars, exploding in the festival of light. There it begins, the play of galaxies in the midnight, For the soul has woken to the song of ecstasy, As the veins in deep, carry the rivers of light. Be the sun and the stars, so you will reach the shores of light in the wintry winds, in the dense nights, When sadness cloaks all around.” LifeInspirationalLightNightMorningStar Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee