I will be sharing your words at a Midsummer fire ritual tomorrow., while my heart aches with compassion for all that you are feeling. Your wisdom and bravery astonish me.
thank you thank you thank you -- may love lead us home to one another. thinking of the celtic cauldrons of the body, where heartspace is the cauldron of motion. i trust the grief, i trust the bruise, love is tender in all of the senses, both ache and balm. to love is to be changed.
I'm late to the party but thanks for this post, I keep coming back to it the last few days. It's a summer of heartbreak for me and it helps to remember I'm not alone in that.
read this with “everything is romantic” from brat blasted in my airpods and wow.
“The right people will not be afraid of my worst parts; they are equipped to meet them with compassion.”
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Oh, Anna. xo
I will be sharing your words at a Midsummer fire ritual tomorrow., while my heart aches with compassion for all that you are feeling. Your wisdom and bravery astonish me.
hugs
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Being heartbroken during summer is a peculiar ache / dissonance. You capture it so well
July is always it's own heartbreak.
thank you.
thank you thank you thank you -- may love lead us home to one another. thinking of the celtic cauldrons of the body, where heartspace is the cauldron of motion. i trust the grief, i trust the bruise, love is tender in all of the senses, both ache and balm. to love is to be changed.
I'm late to the party but thanks for this post, I keep coming back to it the last few days. It's a summer of heartbreak for me and it helps to remember I'm not alone in that.