Today I found the skull of a young buck & had the most wonderful time ever climbing hills and exploring. Black flies and all. (Yes there are 5 pictures of myself (+ the skull) but I liked them all 😭) #thanksagaintripod
Our survival adaptations are so tough, but our wounds are so delicate. To heal, we have to lift the armor carefully- it saved our lives, after all. It's like moving your best friend off to the side of the path. You don’t trample on her, you don’t hit him with a sledgehammer. You honour her presence like a warm blanket that has kept you safe and sound during wintery times. And then, when the moment is right, you get inside and stitch your wounds with the thread of love, slowly and surely, not rushing to completion, nurturing as you weave, tender and true. The healing process has a heart of its own, moving at its own delicate pace. We are such wondrous weavers... || beautiful words via @jeffbrownsoulshaping
Ängens alla blommor.
Om jag kunde plocka dem till dig.
För alla stunder du funnits där,
för allt du har gjort för mig.
Men plockar inga blommar,
vill att de ska få vara kvar.
Liksom kärleken till dig,
och alla känslor som jag har.