And then on Sunday He was here..
And I could feel my dreams getting bright & clear again.
Sometimes when we are lying down all we want to do is move.
Sometimes when we are moving all we want to do is rest.
Eventually the wise woman learns to move when she is moving, and to rest when she is at rest.
The best I can do is touch my chest & source sacred syllables from the upper heart
Not mine, but thine, Beloved..
It was all for thy beauty & Grace
Earth fire water air and space
This is as good a place as any to celebrate the news.
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