Last night a sister's soft hand, reaching out, holding, stroking mine while I weep in the dark.
Picking at the scab of self recrimination, regret.....if only.
This morning sitting on the terrace in the circle of sisters and sun - unpicking that old habit....coaxing it into the light of self loving kindness.
Cold sand, scrunchy hard under my soles....sea song, soothing my ears.....wind, strong on my face....walking under magnificence of cloud and vastness of sky.....so grateful for these nature hours.
Sharing an unexpected gift of freshly-made-this-morning custard tarts....sweet and creamy and crispy flaky....mouthfuls of joy.
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