but after all is done the journey was what we were. That was us.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
That was us.
but after all is done the journey was what we were. That was us.
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Edmund Dulac
Under a clear starry sky in the crisp night air we know what is expected of us. But the journey itself is our reality and it is the journey that must be lived wherever or however we are. The Doing of things. The end is always in our heads and our hearts,
but after all is done the journey was what we were. That was us.
Smelling the Roses: Memoir of an Irish Philosopher", by Mervyn Brady, is the story of a spiritual teacher's childhood journey, told in his own humorous and eloquent words, with insightful commentary by those who loved him.
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but after all is done the journey was what we were. That was us.
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Smelling the Roses: Memoir of an Irish Philosopher", by Mervyn Brady, is the story of a spiritual teacher's childhood journey, told in his own humorous and eloquent words, with insightful commentary by those who loved him.
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