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Where Our Attention Lies Is Our Sanctuary

We often think of sanctuary as a physical space—a quiet room, a sacred building, a retreat far from the noise. But what if sanctuary isn’t a place we go, but a state we create?

Where our attention lies is our sanctuary.

Think about it: wherever your attention goes, your energy follows. If your thoughts are consumed by fear, worry, or comparison, then even the most peaceful place won’t feel like home. But if your attention is rooted in love, stillness, or truth—even a chaotic environment can become sacred ground.

Attention is a kind of prayer. A whisper to the universe of what matters most to us. If we give it to the present moment, we find clarity. If we give it to gratitude, we begin to see abundance. If we give it to compassion, we embody peace.

Sanctuary isn’t something we seek—it’s something we build, breath by breath, thought by thought, choice by choice.

So the next time you’re searching for peace, ask yourself:

Where is my attention right now?

And is it building the sanctuary I long to live in?

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When Cancer Isn’t the Enemy, but a Messenger

As we get closer to death, I’ve come to see something differently: maybe cancer isn’t a mistake, a curse, or something to be feared — maybe it’s a signal. A signal that the body, in its deep intelligence, is preparing to break down, to return to the cycle of nature from which it came.

But this brings up a deeper question:
Why are we, as humans, so determined to prevent such things?

The War Against Death

In modern culture, especially in the West, death is often seen as a failure — the thing we must postpone at all costs. We don’t talk about it openly. We hide it in hospitals, behind sterilized curtains and silent grief. We’ve pathologized the natural process of dying, calling it something to be cured, rather than a sacred transition to be honored.

Our Dual Instincts

There’s a paradox at play. On one hand, we resist death because we’re afraid of it. On the other, we fight to live because we love life so deeply. And maybe both are valid.

We intervene medically not just out of fear, but out of love — love for one more day, one more smile, one more breath with those we cherish. Medicine, in many ways, is a form of devotion.

Beyond the Diagnosis

Not all cancer is terminal. Sometimes, treating it gives us more time — not just time on a clock, but time that’s rich with meaning. Moments that matter. Healing isn’t always about preventing death. Sometimes, it’s about how we live while we’re still here.

Reframing the Narrative

But perhaps the greatest healing lies not in defeating death, but in making peace with it. What if cancer is not a curse, but a whisper? What if it’s the body’s way of saying, “It’s time to begin letting go”?

This doesn’t mean we stop caring or give up on people we love. It means we start honoring the process — not as an enemy to conquer, but as a passage to walk through with reverence.

If we listened more closely, maybe we’d stop fearing death — and start understanding it.

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