Rough Patch


Blossoms 

I have been on quite the emotional rollercoaster the last couple of days.
Uncertainty. Hope. Despair. Irritability.
Not having or being able to grasp or hold on to answers to questions that have not been asked before.

This morning I got out my journal.
I began with the word.
Thoughts.
And my page flowed with ink.

Be still.
Listen.
Be present.

Let life unfold.

You don't have to make decisions unless it comes from a clear loving space.

You are not responsible for how people think. You are only responsible for how you think.

You are not responsible for how other people give. You are only responsible for how you give.


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