Its’ been harder than ever, to write and breathe so deeply. To do the work of restless breathing, touching wounds that haven’t quite healed correctly, I am afraid.
these scars will fester, these scars won’t jester…
feel them, my knees are hard as black coals,
feel them, my heart swallows shadows,
feel them my feet are swollen in grief,
and yet,
O’ God I’m still here…. (written by the author of this blog)
That was so pure.
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thank kindly Kim ❤❤
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♡ Goddess cradles YOU!!! when “God” is Distracted with Tinkering; it’s Crystal Clear Clarity that Mom is in Charge
…♡♡♡…
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I can feel it …
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Gorgeous!
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I feel them, Krissy.
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thank you kindly Ben Alexander .. 😊
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And we are here, surrounding you with love and grateful for your words — like these — that give us so much meaning.
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Amen thank you , slowly coming back to the blog… ❤❤
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We are grateful but do not want to be pushy.
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