It is only when we can believe that we are creating the soul that life has any meaning, but when we can believe it – and I do and always have – then there is nothing we do that is without meaning and nothing that we suffer that does not hold the seed of creation in it.
From May Sarton’s Well, page 128
I never met the late American poet May Sarton in person, though there is a sense in which I’ve met something of her soul. I like to think I’ll recognise her quite readily when we’re all fully gathered into Oneness. Meanwhile, as with so very much wisdom to be celebrated and gleaned from our fellows and soul-friends, I regularly revel in her reflections.