Allowing grief to break through, and break you open . . . to your own heart.๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ™

Stories about grief exposing your tender true self. . . I know what it feels like to resist and suppress until, finally, the grief breaks you open to your own heart. Grief transformed. ๐Ÿ’™

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Furling into a Sunset Poppy . . . (deep sleep medicine for you)

Poppy medicine (even in imagination!) can ease your mental swirl and guide you to sleep . . . with their petals of soft satin, the color of creativity, sensuality, and emotional safety. ๐Ÿงก

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You are Safe to Sleep ๐Ÿ’™ ๐Ÿฆ”

To sleep is to trust. I enter this little surrender to slumber with courage . . . am ready to be a resting warrior, holding my seat with a tender, brave heart and soft eyes . . . whatever may come, I am aware, and then even this awareness eases . . . relaxes . . . gives it all up. ๐Ÿ’š

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a river poem (about the ever-changing stream of being)

. . . eddying out with the grief sticks, tending the flash flooders, deck-divers, joy-riders, and thirsty pinched-eyes-tighters, all while riding misty waves with one-hearted joy-sorrow.

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The Letting Go That Happened Before the Incoming Tide Could Come

A full (creative) well is a heart that overflows with love and care for others. I am a much better friend because I expand. And an expanded friend has so much more to give.ย ๐Ÿ’š

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