“I am doing the thing, but the thing is so small my loves. And it’s not flashy and there is no big YOU HAVE ARRIVED sign. There is just another morning…”
The sun came up. You’re breathing. Your sweet pack is scrambling about with food in their tummies, shelter, body coverings, and full knowledge they are loved…. And we, your hard scrabble flock are nourished by your heart delivered words, so achingly beautifully crafted, resonating in the fabric of our souls, our very mitochondria. We are your people, recognized and loved by you.
The sun, the kindred folk ~ dancing in all manner of garb and undress! grateful, delighting in being seen and heard and celebrated ~ we are your flashy sign, dear Beloved Beauty. No doubt you have arrived 💝
I love you.
“I am doing the thing, but the thing is so small my loves. And it’s not flashy and there is no big YOU HAVE ARRIVED sign. There is just another morning…”
The sun came up. You’re breathing. Your sweet pack is scrambling about with food in their tummies, shelter, body coverings, and full knowledge they are loved…. And we, your hard scrabble flock are nourished by your heart delivered words, so achingly beautifully crafted, resonating in the fabric of our souls, our very mitochondria. We are your people, recognized and loved by you.
The sun, the kindred folk ~ dancing in all manner of garb and undress! grateful, delighting in being seen and heard and celebrated ~ we are your flashy sign, dear Beloved Beauty. No doubt you have arrived 💝
Are you moving away?