Through nature Mountains are created to climb But personal mountains must be spoken too until they no longer exist.

Speak to your Mountains

he recalled how a voice in his head had warned that he would pay for his pleasure one day. Now that the day had come,

Life means nothing to him, until when he died

The harder we press on a violin string, the less we can feel it. The louder we play, the less we hear. . . . If I 'try' to play, I fail; if I race, I trip. The only road to strength is vulnerability.

Written By Stephen Nachmanovitch

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