May Sarton, from Recovering: A Journal [ID in alt text]
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May Sarton, The Journals of May Sarton, vol. I
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May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude [ID in alt text]
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« True gardeners cannot bear a glove
Between the sure touch and the tender root,
Must let their hands grow knotted as they move
With a rough sensitivity about
Under the earth, between the rock and shoot,
Never to bruise or wound the hidden fruit.
And so I watched my mother's hands grow scarred,
She who could heal the wounded plant or friend
With the same vulnerable yet rigorous love;
I minded once to see her beauty gnarled,
But now her truth is given me to live,
As I learn for myself we must be hard
To move among the tender with an open hand,
And to stay sensitive up to the end
Pay with some toughness for a gentle world. »
— May Sarton, "An Observation"
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“Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening and reading are instruments of Grace.”
— May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude
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You're never going to be back home again.
I’ll Give You The Sun, Jandy Nelson | Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami | White Oleander, Janet Fitch | Homesick, Noah Kahan | Sick, Jody Chan | Chrystal Light, Erin Hanson | First Dog in Space, Brennig Davies | It's Not A Game/It's Just A Ride, Ride The Cyclone | Giovanni's Room, James Baldwin | “La Cueva”, Lessons on Expulsion, Erika L. Sánchez | Fiery grass against a blue sky, Casey Lee | That's Enough, Let's Get You Home, Will Wood | Journal of a Solitude, May Sarton | Faithful and Virtuous night, Louise Glück | Ask Polly: Help, I'm the Loneliest Person in the World!, Heather Havrilesky | Hammerhead, Penelope Scott
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May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude
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I always forget how important the empty days are, how important it may be sometimes not to expect to produce anything, even a few lines in a journal. A day when one has not pushed oneself to the limit seems a damaged, damaging day, a sinful day. Not so! The most valuable thing one can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of a room.
— May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude (W.W. Norton & Company, October 17, 1992) (via Make Believe Boutique)
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May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude [ID in alt text]
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May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude
[Text ID: Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass.
Let it go.]
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One thing is certain, and I have always known it — the joys of my life have nothing to do with age. They do not change. Flowers, the morning and evening light, music, poetry, silence,
May Sarton, from At Seventy: A Journal
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support me
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May Sarton, from Recovering: A Journal
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We have to break the mirror to be ourselves.
~May Sarton
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