Morning Dew on Blades of Grass. {poetry}
Recently, at a time when I was processing feelings of grief, I found my way outside early in the morning... I felt blinded by my pain.
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Lisa Pedscalny
A Visit with Vulnerability.
Speaking from my own experience, and more specifically, my experience on this unusual day, I am beginning to recognize that there has been an all-out war going on inside me from an early age. This silent battle was waged by my ego against the deep wisdom embedded in my core, which knows ...