At my most broken (open) and disintegrating, my friends revived me with steady doses of hope. This medicine was dispensed in three forms:They reminded me of my strength—and theirs.
They pointed me to Spirit. They made me laugh. Bonus: They helped with the basics.Candis, Christina, Joshua, Karis, Lee-Anne… all reminded me how strong I had been in the past, and that I could build on that. “You have it in you, and there’s more where that came from.” My sages stepped up.
Anne, B, Hiro: “Oh love, this is a living death. I’ve died before. You will most definitely rise.”The morphogenic field is pulsing with resilience.Michelle and I walked, while mostly I talked, untangling my pain with each loop around the lake.
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