One of the reasons I love prayer is that it is an antidote to guilt and blame. If we are unhappy with the way we have acted or been treated, instead of stewing in self-recrimination on the one hand, or… — Elizabeth Lesser Copy Share Image
“too—I realized that my only hope was to give up the life that had been, in order to make room for the life that… — Elizabeth Lesser Copy Share Image
“logotherapy,” which, in a nutshell, is about searching for the meaning packed in one’s baggage, something” — Elizabeth Lesser Copy Share Image
“He was training people to become “sacred warriors”—not so that they could do battle with others but so that they could develop the kind… — Elizabeth Lesser Copy Share Image
“Rumi tells us that moment we accept what troubles we’ve been given, the door will open.” — Elizabeth Lesser Copy Share Image
If I pull from places of faith, joy and gratitude, then I have the wind of creativity behind me. And, my work in the… — Elizabeth Lesser Copy Share Image
I think as women and men become more conscious, the terms "woman/man" begin to lose meaning. — Elizabeth Lesser Copy Share Image
I actually don't think we're more divided than we were. I think it's more evident. It's more evident because of the internet. — Elizabeth Lesser Copy Share Image
We think that maybe feminism isn't appropriate anymore, since Western women have really made enormous strides. But check out the rest of the world… — Elizabeth Lesser Copy Share Image
Life is like a school; one can learn, one can graduate, one can skip a grade or stay behind. — Elizabeth Lesser Copy Share Image
We must pay attention to the voice that calls us out of the safety zone. — Elizabeth Lesser Copy Share Image
When we descend all the way down to the bottom of loss, and dwell patiently, with an open heart, in the darkness and pain, we can bring back up with us the sweetness of life and the exhilaration of inner growth. When there is nothing left to lose, we find the true self - the self that is whole, the… — Elizabeth Lesser Copy Share
The great loneliness- like the loneliness a caterpillar endures when she wraps herself in a silky shroud and begins the long transformation from chrysalis to butterfly. It seems we too must go through such a time, when life as we have known it is over- when being a caterpillar feels somehow false and yet we don’t know who we are… — Elizabeth Lesser Copy Share
