That is beautiful, and to know that there is a part that always breathed, always held gold like a heirloom to be returned to the light as a treasure when the time was right is so affirming.
This is a beautiful way to frame it. The idea that trust is something that has to grow in the dark, slowly and intentionally, really resonates with me ✨
The way you personify these inner selves is extraordinary. So much psychological truth in this, Brandi. Beautifully written. 🫂
Thank you so much Lissa. It’s been fascinating research ✨
I love every part of this !!! ♥️ regaining what’s lost
Thank you. So happy you loved it ✨
That is beautiful, and to know that there is a part that always breathed, always held gold like a heirloom to be returned to the light as a treasure when the time was right is so affirming.
Love the image as well!
This is a beautiful way to frame it. The idea that trust is something that has to grow in the dark, slowly and intentionally, really resonates with me ✨
Thank you Emma! It took a long time to get there, but, at least I did ✨
Even part healing takes time.
Trust is like a stalactite building slowly and quickly broken.
We don’t have eons, but I would rather lay on grain at a time than chase a river that leaves silt only to be washed away in the next flood.
“Fifty years of "I’m fine"
is a heavy weight for collagen to carry.”
Feeling that! 🖤🌙
I wish you didn’t have to feel that with me Jo ✨
Such evocative descriptions 🤍
Grateful for your kindness ✨
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Brilliant! <3
I appreciate you reading - thankful ✨
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Amazing 👏
Thank you David ✨