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.
Wow!
I just couldn’t agree more with you. This is very lovely 🙂
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Thank you!
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Sage advice.
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Amen!
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I LOVE this!!
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😊💕
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Amen! 🙂 ❤
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😊
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Is that the same whispering breeze that blows your hat into the road to get run over by a truck? (asking for a friend) 🦢
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Lol! You can always make me laugh. It’s more like the hair-raising ride on a stair chair.
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