I read this when the day has ended and I need to breathe deeply dispelling all the shallow gulps of air grabbed during the day that have accumulated to where I feel airless, depleted.


When your past comes to live in the woods

behind your house,

you must go to the window,

forgive yourself once again,

and welcome the creature

that suns himself on the sill.

Source: Sacred Journey, Nancy Compton Williams

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