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October 14, 2017 / Grace Lucille

I’m the wound that never goes away,
the scar where humanity was cut from the side of the divine
and has been blindly searching for home ever since.

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My last post serves as a foundation for everything else I will be sharing henceforth.

I am discovering that *knowing* and *believing* are two separate things.

Listen to your body. Listen to your body. Listen to your body. Listen to your body. Listen to your body.

Sometimes rapid intense change/action is necessary. Sometimes easing into it is more healthy. Trauma has been described as "too much, too soon, too fast." I definitely feel that...

I've been in a major funk for a couple months or so. Spring began with so much promise and zeal and was quickly deflated with a whole lot of STUFF. I envisioned spending most of the summer outside gardening but my health took a nosedive just as I got going with my garden plans. I have spent a depressing amount of time in bed which is rarely good for my mental health.

Gloriosa daisies and bee balm are back in my life and it makes me feel a little less crappy.

Good evening from my non-pregnant but painfully bloated belly.

If I can fully inhabit the dark space

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