my journey is so thick these days that I don't know where to start... maybe better not to start this time, not to try to find the words... stay in the mirkiness and muddy waters and find my way out without laying the words down on the screen... how then? checking in when fear turns the volume up: "right now I'm ok"... trusting that my body is giving me the appropriate signals through the unpleasant symptoms...
that'll be it for this time
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best to you as you move through what your body is providing to you. rumi's poem, 'the guest house' might be one sweet anecdote to what moves through you! be well! lisamoon
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