Self compassion
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Healing
My soul wanted to write. The little bird she is, warm in hands. Just wanted to breathe, wanted to send her soft song into the loud, loud world. I’m lazing by the fire, once again: a little girl’s shame in… Continue reading
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Sleep
Oh, weary soul. I barely see you behind those tired eyes. Let us rest, deeply, beautifully, with compassion for all life has given, harshly. It is a darling life. A life to be cherished with each breath of our aching… Continue reading