On days like theseI look at the skyand wonder. On days like thesethe earth repliesbe still, breathe deeperand feel the air. On days like theseI am awed by being.Of loving and living,and knowing I belong. On days like these. ~ Inspired by walking outside and seeing the sky heralding the year’s longest night.
If we only let the perfect get near, how can we feel the world? And if we think we’re only acceptable when we’re whole and strong, what about the other 95% of the time? We live in a culture of false promises. Of always-on positivity and effortless perfection, or it’s not worth having. Yet what … Read more