"The beauty of the soul shines out when a man bears with composure one heavy mischance after another, not because he does not feel them, but because he is a man of high and heroic temper."- Aristotle
The above remark features as 'quote of the day' on one of the sites I frequently visit. I can only think that, in recent weeks, my soul must be shining out like a cesspit hidden under a bushel. That aesthetically pleasing image apart, I still know that 'I am valued just as I am'! If we cannot learn to love ourselves what's the point of trying to love others.
- living and frequently struggling with moderate M.E. -
where (bad) health, faith, politics and the joys and troubles of daily life collide.
ME
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