The moment you see something with your own eyes and feel injustice with all your senses, you cross an inner border, you know you can’t go back from there.
I am coming to terms with what diminishes my sparkle, what and who makes me feel like I am too much of anything or like something is ‘wrong’ with me.
I know you feel the expanse that has opened up between us as a huge chasm that can't possibly be breached. But all chasms can be breached.
Relaxing the continuous, low-level strain of striving after outcomes, attainables, and pre-fab goals, spontaneity unleashes the passionate joys.
Sometimes the nourishing path is a difficult one. And in these moments, each of us is supported, far more than we can sometimes see or feel.