I strive for a heart centered, intuitively led life. I spend so much time listening, I can tell which birds visit in the morning (eventhough they cut down the tree outside my window: & yes- I yelled, questioned, cried). Spirit said they'll be other birds, other trees to comfort my journey.
When I converse with others, the words ripple run pour stretch beyond my limitations to communicate what I truly feel. It's just easier on my spirit to listen and move.
The work is changing my ears. The work is training my ears. I listen between words. I listen between gestures. I listen to hold space. I listen to know when to hold space for myself. I'm grateful for this gift that has been fine tuned from trauma, grief, joy, love. I'm grateful for this walk, this life.
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