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I feel my walls and my rigid rise as I try to pen words. My exacting voices within start to speak about the precise and the exhausting. I listen and realize we are all just tired, this drive for perfection has left us shriveled-up-dry.
So, I pull us all close and I ink us into a river.
We are floating and flowing,
the current is flawless, the rippling ushers us around rocks and debris.
I surrender to all the flaws, the exacting, and the tired housed within my body.
My shortcomings lost and found within the swirling mystery.
…
thank you
love and light
you are most welcome, dear friend. <3
to this river, i surrender. thank you. <3
I’ll join you there. xo
beautiful.
a wave of grace, sweet janae.
“wave of grace” <3
you are pure poetry, friend. i am realizing, even though you are such a close friend,. i don’t know much about you, about your family and your home and your life and i would love to learn more… behind this beautiful artwork and these tender words…
love you.
the unfolding of lives, one into the other, is such a gift and something I look forward to sharing with you. xo
Needed this tonite, Janae <3 Beautiful!
You are most welcome, Amy.
xo