On mornings like this, when everyone else has left the house and it's just me here, it's so quiet. And I long to stay here, puttering in the upstairs hall while the sun dapples in on the pine floor. I want to heal some of the neglect that is all around this place. All the rushing around that is life makes me feel tired and I crave simplicity. I crave energy.
Some days, I want to throw everything out and start all over again. Instead, I spin in circles and I have to leave in 10 minutes and the E light is on again, and what will I make for dinner, and we're out of clean towels. All these necessities of a modern life.
Time.
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homeopathy, my teacher, my friend.
we walk the soul together
turning over loyal stones of compassion
honest places of depth
daily we travel.
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