I can’t touch Sigyn’s grief. All I can do is sit with Her and be nourished by Her presence.
Reflections from the center of the home, where presence, rest, and tending occur.
I can’t touch Sigyn’s grief. All I can do is sit with Her and be nourished by Her presence.
I am a living miracle. We all are.
She listened with a discernment given by grace.
In the pause of breath, there is deep compassion.