Healing may not be so much about getting better, as about letting go of everything that isn’t you - all of the expectations, all of the beliefs - and becoming who you are.— Rachel Naomi Remen
The most sensational Rachel Naomi Remen quotes that are free to learn and impress others
Helping, fixing, and serving represent three different ways of seeing life.
When you help, you see life as weak. when you fix, you see life as broken. When you serve, you see life as whole. Fixing and helping may be the work of the ego, and service the work of the soul.
Everybody is a story. When I was a child, people sat around kitchen tables and told their stories. We don't do that so much anymore. Sitting around the table telling stories is not just a way of passing time. It is the way the wisdom gets passed along. The stuff that helps us to live a life worth remembering.
The secret of living well is not in having all the answers but in pursuing unanswerable questions in good company.
Grieving allows us to heal, to remember with love rather than pain.
It is a sorting process. One by one you let go of the things that are gone and you mourn for them. One by one you take hold of the things that have become a part of who you are and build again.
Most of us lead far more meaningful lives than we know. Often finding meaning is not about doing things differently; it is about seeing familiar things in new ways.
The willingness to consider possibility requires a tolerance of uncertainty.
Our listening creates a sanctuary for the homeless parts within another person.
Big messages come in small packages. All it may take to restore someone's trust in life may be returning a lost earring or a dropped glove.
Life is as complex as we are. Sometimes our vulnerability is our strength, our fear develops our courage, and our woundedness is the road to our integrity. It is not an either/or world.
In the silence of listening, you can know yourself in everyone, the unseen singing softly to itself and to you.
Sooner or later we will come to the edge of all that we can control and find life, waiting there for us.
A loving silence often has more power to heal and to connect than the most well-intentioned words.
Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention
The most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen. Just listen.
Of course love is never earned. It is a grace we give one another. Anything we need to earn is only approval.
Deep inside, our integrity sings to us whether we are listening or not.
It is a note that only we can hear. Eventually, when life makes us ready to listen, it will help us to find our way home.
When we know ourselves to be connected to all others, acting compassionately is simply the natural thing to do.
Goose bumps happen when your soul is close to you, breathing lightly on the back of your neck, and wakes you up.
In our instinctive attachments, our fear of change, and our wish for certainty and permanence, we may undercut the impermanence which is our greatest strength, our most fundamental identity. Without impermanence, there is no process. The nature of life is change. All hope is based on process.
A blessing is not something that one person gives another.
A blessing is a moment of meeting, a certain kind of relationship in which both people involved remember and acknowledge their true nature and worth, and strengthen what is whole in one another.
Perhaps losing integrity with yourself is the greatest stress of all, far more hurtful to us than competition, time pressure, or lack of respect. Our vitality is rooted in our integrity. When we do not live in one piece, our life force becomes divided. Becoming separated from our authentic values may weaken us.
When we are seen by the heart we are seen for who we are.
We are valued in our uniqueness by those who are able to see us in this way and we become able to know and value ourselves.
Being safe is about being seen and heard and allowed to be who you are and to speak your truth.
At the deepest level, the creative process and the healing process arise from a single source. When you are an artist, you are a healer; a wordless trust of the same mystery is the foundation of your work and its integrity.
The worst thing that happens in life is not death.
The worst thing would be to miss it. . . . I think the great danger in life is not showing up.
An unanswered question is a fine traveling companion. It sharpens your eye for the road.
Every great loss demands that we choose life again.
We need to grieve in order to do this. The pain we have not grieved over will always stand between us and life. When we don't grieve, a part of us becomes caught in the past like Lot's wife who, because she looked back, was turned into a pillar of salt.
God's presence. . . is an inner experience that never changes. It's a relationship that's there all the time, even when we're not paying attention to it. Perhaps the Infinite holds us to Itself in the same way the earth does. Like gravity, if it ever stopped we would know it instantly. But it never does.
I have no idea about what death is, but because I have been in association with it so intimately, I have a much greater sense of the value of life and of what life can be.
As I age I am grateful to find that a silence has begun to gather in me, coexisting with my tempers and my fears, unchanged by my joys or my pain. Sanctuary. Connected to the Silence everywhere.
When we pray, we don't change the world, we change ourselves.
Life is known only by those who have found a way to be comfortable with change and the unknown. Given the nature of life, there may be no security, but only adventure.
In order to live fully we may need to look deeply at our own suffering and at the suffering of others. In the depths of every wound we have survived is the strength we need to live. The wisdom our wounds can offer us is a place of refuge. Finding this is not for the faint of heart. But then, neither is life.
How strange to think that great pain may be impermanent.
Something in us all seems to want to carve it in granite, as if only this would do full honor to its terrible significance. But even pain is blessed with impermanence... p 259
It has been my experience that presence is a more powerful catalyst for change than analysis.
Just Listen an excerpt
Our purpose in life is to grow in wisdom and in love.
Fear is the friction in all transitions.
People have the natural capacity to affirm and embrace life in the most difficult of circumstances.
Belief traps or frees us.
We have become terribly vulnerable, not because we suffer but because we have separated ourselves from each other. A patient once told me that he had tried to ignore his own suffering and the suffering of other people because he had wanted to be happy. Yet becoming numb to suffering will not make us happy. The part in us that feels suffering is the same as the part that feels joy.
My sense is that you can never teach anybody anything, or change anybody in ways that they don't already have in mind.
Suffering shapes the life force, sometimes into anger, sometimes into blame and self-pity. Eventually it may show us the wisdom of embracing and loving life.
Life offers its wisdom generously. Everything teaches. Not everyone learns. Life asks of us the same thing we have been asked in every class: "Stay awake." "Pay attention." But paying attention is no simple matter. It requires us not to be distracted by expectations, past experiences, labels, and masks. It asks that we not jump to early conclusions and that we remain open to surprise.
When people are blessed they discover that their lives matter, that there is something in them worthy of blessing.
The choice people have to make is never between slavery and freedom.
We will always have to choose between slavery and the unknown.
If you carry someone else's fears and live by someone else's values, you may find that you have lived their lives.
It is not that we have a soul, but that we are a soul.
Life wastes nothing. Over and over again every molecule that has ever been is gathered up by the hand of life to be reshaped into yet another form. p 259