What had literally felt like a living scribble inside me was quieter now. I breathed, anchoring in my body, picked the end of the knot and… lifted.
Joy rides our wounds.
Burn it out! Burn it out!
No. No. No.
And.
No.
What had literally felt like a living scribble inside me was quieter now. I breathed, anchoring in my body, picked the end of the knot and… lifted.
Joy rides our wounds.
Burn it out! Burn it out!
No. No. No.
And.
No.