Oh, dear rest.
How beautiful to touch your softness, so.
When I, the weary boned,
have assaulted this body
with your skeleton friend, exhaustion.
How sweet it is, this sigh of the deep.
How darling to fall to the earth
and know this motherly love
has filled my day to its gilded brim.
The time for soft and quiet has come.
Rest.
Lay down the bones of sorrows past.
Yesterday is a hush,
no longer ringing her angry bell.
She knows it true.
The time for soft
and quiet
has come.
I like to pop in every day, if I can. Often there are days that I miss, and today was going to be one of them. I’m just a bit tired, today. The only me I have available to give is a little ‘hello, I hope you’re all doing okay.’
It frustrates me when the Soft Girl is out of action (for those of my bloggy family who are new, the Soft Girl is what I call my intuition/connection to self/connection to my creativity).
That beautiful wind feels ridiculously lovely as it moves through me, and the results of the Soft Girl’s blissful energy in motion are often just as lovely. So I’m missing her, today. She’s having a little snooze, and that’s okay. ☺️
Anyway, so much love bloggy friends. Hopefully I’ll be back with a little more in the tank, tomorrow. xx
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