And so my heart
grew weary of the search
for some kind of
relief
from the story
being told on the surface
through the eyes
of the wounded places
in me.
And so its quiet,
wordless whispers
and its ability
to sink in a little deeper
became louder.
And my willingness
to listen
a little more intently
became my greatest strength.
Trini Lind says on July 15, 2016
Love this 💖. Reminds me of our beautiful conversation today 💖
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Laurie's Notes says on July 15, 2016
💚💛💜
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Paul Militaru says on July 15, 2016
🙂
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MichelleMarie says on July 16, 2016
from the story
being told on the surface
through the eyes
of the wounded places
In me
I never knew there was such a relief as sitting and holding Deighton here in the middle of healin. This is so good. I love this and you ❤️
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Laurie's Notes says on July 16, 2016
💙💚💛💜
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MichelleMarie says on July 18, 2016
❤ ❥ ❣
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