Today I am grateful for women friends who listen with their hearts, who care deeply, and who feel, as I do, that something is amiss... but we just can't quite remember what.
I am grateful for the glimmer of remembering that shimmers in the mists of our collective memory, because it gives me hope.
Hope that each new day brings us closer to where we know we should be.
Closer to each other and Spirit. Nuturing, loving, and blessing all.
It is good to be a woman and to not be fearful of unfoldings. We are used to waiting, to listening, to holding a quiet, peaceful place deep inside us. Our bodies recognize the quickening that is occurring. We wait with open arms.
Remember?
17.1.07
The Remembering
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1 comment:
I do remember Karen-Anne, and I wait.
I am so drinking in your art.
Jeannie
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