Some stories aren’t ours to tell
Some stories aren’t ours to tell. I was having a massage and as usual the knots in my back were hard to dislodge. My beautiful
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Some stories aren’t ours to tell. I was having a massage and as usual the knots in my back were hard to dislodge. My beautiful
It has taken me almost a life time to figure out that belonging is a spiritual practice.
Grandma’s Love. This is my first year as a grandma and I never knew love had this secret space… a space which only has joy and delight.
I found myself holding space as she told her story of assisting in the cover-up of a murder. My heart was repulsed by her complicity.
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