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April 15, 2018 / Grace Lucille

How do you know
when you’ve reached your limit?
How long can you keep stretching
before you simply break?

At what point is penance neccessary?
And at what point, grace?

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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.

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