Incredible. I can't wait to read the rest of Marya's books, I've never related to an author as much as I relate to her.
Favorite quotes:
"I just get up and go out into the world, do as much right as I can, fix all the things I do wrong as soon as I’m able, and feel an overwhelming gratitude that the war I was fighting is done."
“There is always reason to care. There is always reason to give. It is what we are here to do.”
"We may doubt. We may still be profoundly grieving our loss. But we are no longer trapped in the torturous cycle of turning to addiction in an attempt to comfort the despair of addiction."
"The longing to be someone else, to re-create oneself, is a relatively common human wish. We want desperately to escape what has happened, what we’ve done, and who we have been."...
"And we do it for such simple reasons: We want to be respected, and we want to be loved. And we believe that we, as we are, do not justify either respect or love. We so often believe that in order to be loved, we must be perfect. Better than human. Not flawed."
"There is great joy in loving the world and its occupants as they are, in loving one’s life as it is. There are spiritual riches in being ever-present, ever-aware to the simple grace--perhaps the sheer luck--of being human, with so many flaws and so much to give."
"To me, an acceptance of my humanness-- my unknowing, the fact that I am irrevocably tethered to the ground, that I am not much more than a fleck of matter in an infinite cosmos, but an integral fleck-- is a spiritual practice. Accepting my humanness, I am put in my place; I am able, in the place, to feel the overwhelming spiritual wonder at the mysteries of the world."
"I sit quietly tangled up in the slipstream of this moment, sipping my coffee, grateful beyond measure, madly in love with it all."
"The nature of addiction is retreat from the world. We slam doors as we go, walking further and further into the heart of a labyrinth for which we have no map and from which many people never emerge." … "We lose faith in all we’d begun to trust, and we start holding onto things again, gathering up the burden we’d gratefully set down, hauling it with us as we remove ourselves from the world. All our old habits return, and our minds and emotions start to warp. Our spiritual lives dry up. Soon, we’re stuck back in the heart of the labyrinth, quite alone."
"The sense that we are only the sum of our parts--whatever we achieve, however we appear, whatever we own, however we try to prove ourselves--is not a good sense. It’s an existential crisis. Do I even exist? If you take away the masks I wear, is there only blank space underneath? We do not only wonder whether there is a void out there, in some great beyond. We fear there is a void within."
"I have always loved the fact that time is a construct, invented for our convenience and probably our comfort. We take comfort in order; we are anxious little creatures and like for things to be meted out in minutes, exactly so many minutes for everything, when in fact time goes sprawling in every direction in space, bends and bounces back, takes light-years to reach one destination and reaches another at the speed of light."
"November morning. The sky turning from indigo to violet blue, the curly oak sketched in black on the sky. Steam rising off the lake. I sat in absolute stillness, absolute peace. This, too, is prayer."
"I sit in silence. I sit feeling tiny. Infinitesimal, a speck of a thing, a mote of light. It is the feeling of wonder. Of awe. This is not the part of the story where I say I felt the presence of God. There was no sudden thought of Who made all this? Where did this come from? There was no question of origins or ends. There was wonder, there was awe, in the fact of all I do not know, all I cannot understand, all that is truly infinite, has neither origin nor end. Has no name, no face. Has no hand that will reach down and touch my own. And I felt peace seeping through me, just as the barest beginnings of light began to seep up the sky."
"I express gratitude. To whom? Doesn’t matter-- it doesn’t have to be to anyone. The assumption that gratitude must be directed to someone or must be for something is, I think, quite false; I practice gratitude as a habit. I try to maintain a constant state of thankfulness; this is something I’ve learned from people who’ve found a great deal of serenity in their lives. There’s a religious concept here that is useful: the notion of grace, something that is given without reason, something for which we can be thankful just because it is. There is so much in my life, and in the world, that seems to me an expression of grace, that I feel it’s only sensible I should be in constant expression of thanks. I give thanks, often enough, for the sheer good luck to be human in this difficult world, here and now, with what I have."