Thank you, Jen. I am drowning in intellectual content, so grateful for the posts that speak of your journey of the heart. I, too, have suffered loss and I'm struggling to find my way back to an open heart, to love. Your words from the heart feel like precious signposts, helping me through a dark night to find my own tears and sorrow and willingness.
Jacqui, thank you. It means so much to hear this. What an affirmation of my path. You are helping me know where to go-you've actually always done that for me. Knowing you exist makes my heart glad.
This morning, on my way to the beach at dawn, I stopped to allow two young bucks to cross the road by Blueberry Hill. Their new velvet covered antlers are just sprouting and the cycle continues.
what a glorious share, sister! ALOHA MĀ
Thank you, Jen. I am drowning in intellectual content, so grateful for the posts that speak of your journey of the heart. I, too, have suffered loss and I'm struggling to find my way back to an open heart, to love. Your words from the heart feel like precious signposts, helping me through a dark night to find my own tears and sorrow and willingness.
Jacqui, thank you. It means so much to hear this. What an affirmation of my path. You are helping me know where to go-you've actually always done that for me. Knowing you exist makes my heart glad.
This morning, on my way to the beach at dawn, I stopped to allow two young bucks to cross the road by Blueberry Hill. Their new velvet covered antlers are just sprouting and the cycle continues.
Sigh....Thanks for that image, Mama.