Transformation into tenderness meant being okay when life wasn’t all sorted out. It meant holding a space for all the words that, for whatever reason, just wouldn’t ever be spoken. It meant detaching with love and acceptance from all that had been left in the past, often without resolution — not knowing what would become of the tender ache left in its place — trusting it would become something beautiful.
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This is beautiful. Secret Garden is one of my favorites. Tender spots these day I wouldn’t have it any other way…but maybe I would like to float a bit. ❤
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