The last few months i have sat on her couch unraveling... holding a pillow over my chubby belly and explaining the art, I've drawn to figure me out... wondering why I feel so deep in my core... unwanted... easy to abandon... her words yesterday telling me what I already knew... that I focus on those who don't get me, and beg them to instead of just turning and looking at the eyes that adore me... the hearts that reach mine... I look at each of your faces and I see the circle I love, the women who make me stronger and who show me how to love me.
How fine it is to not know everything, but how exquisite it is to know this... in this moment here with you, I am enough, that listening to your words I'm whole... the pieces come together. I look at my moment standing on the edge of a cliff, just weeks ago, so much clearer... i see the beauty of the view... I still feel the warm breeze in my hair and feel the sum kiss my forehead... I feel honored to have take those moments in and had a sip of my truth... thanks for teaching me to listen to the words and the unwinds between them... for seeing whats in front of me and what's inside... for feeling the wind on my skin and the breeze in my soul... the words of women sustain me... build me...strengthen me... the holding space of women gives not only nourishment and nurturing but steady, solid strength... how fine it is to not know everything but to know enough for now...
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