The woman in the mirror is flawedage spots where freckles once sprouted,streaks of white, peppering former auburn,inner scars marking discontent. How then is she expectedto know wholeness? In days when mind was sharpself-confidence wobbled;where spirituality was planted,self-judgment undermined. The path to wholenesspitted with potholes. How often emotion overrodecommon sense, and choicesled her astray, how thickthe […]
Therapy is drudging up old feelings – places where I tend to get stuck. I don’t have the answers I need to move on yet, so all I can do is breathe through the moments and be mindful in the present.
What a lovely fading flower. I always am a little sad when the frost comes and these summer flowers shrivel. But I can always dream of next spring and summer. 🙂
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I admire those who hang in. Thanks
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Beautiful morning glory for today 😀
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Gone now, I should think. Thanks Cee
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