I sat in the fresh moments before dawn and bowed my head before the final darkness before the birdsong faintly arising before the universe spread out around me before the reflection of my soul returned in the last starlight and asked all of it, all of her for forgiveness
It really is this simple--when we can let it be. Our struggles in between these moments of clarity make them utterly captivating. After reading this, I look out my window with fresh perspective at the morning sunlight despite plenty of bartering with myself; thank you for that Ashley. 🤍
These lines are beautiful:
Look at the horizon
see the sun returning to you
a gift
every morning a gift
always a gift
for you
It really is this simple--when we can let it be. Our struggles in between these moments of clarity make them utterly captivating. After reading this, I look out my window with fresh perspective at the morning sunlight despite plenty of bartering with myself; thank you for that Ashley. 🤍
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So very powerful. Speaks to me. I will read it again and again. Grateful. Thank you!
Thank you for being here 💗