Writing on the day of the Solstice, on the week of Juneteenth, in the month of Pride.
A sacred moment!
Another collective piece today. Thank you for sharing! Enjoy!
To me, healing feels
like...
slipping on Corduroy pants some cold winter morning
being able to fly
dancing
on a Saturday night
a gentle touch, a soft blanket, a smooth raw stone
peace
the Creator has touched you with His greatest blessings and
forgiveness
my first cup of water upon awakening
being the first to touch the surface on a brand new jar of salve
a warm blanket of humidity embracing you with unconditional love, support, and encouragement
a hug from a grandmother, a sore body after a fulfilling workout
a tight hug from a loved
one
the cascade washing away my heart troubles
a soft blanket, as it covers me warmly and protectively
standing in the Great Plain fields of South Dakota among the endless fields of cheatgrass, watching them sway back and forth without a care in the world, as the noonday breeze blows
warmth and comfort
warm hands, soft and familiar, gently
kneading massage oil over the neglected recesses of my
outstretched back
calm, soft, centered embodiment
my cat curled up on my lap
fine sandpaper on ancient Purple Heart juniper,
smoothing out rough edges
a weight being lifted and finally being able to stand
the January northern NM sun on your face, back against a warm adobe wall
“I BELIEVE in YOU!”
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