It strikes me that my husband's latest Weird & Wonderful looks a bit like a Gruffalo...... and that the colours of him are etched in our late afternoon walk at Budleigh Salterton one day last week when I was still feeling raw as an east wind.
Sometimes you just make a connection, something falls into place - clunk click.
Today, in the clear waters of a wise woman's counsel I saw beyond a wound in me, a weakness, that allows a crossing of a line. Today I saw that I could draw a line. A line in the sand. A line of safety, of conviction. With deep, free, ancestral roots.
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