it’s not something you can pretend to do or be. it’s a practice. it’s a regimen. it’s falling, standing, dealing with emotional or spiritual invaders and the endless this and that of all this….
i think it is exceedingly rare these days that we take the time to truly get to know how someone wants to be loved; how they prefer to be treated, acknowledged, let alone or kept company; how they would be heard, understood, and validated; how they want to be touched and embraced, or how they’ll be open to it when they feel safe….
out from the dark
you liberate me…
when you love someone, do you require them to behave in a way you prefer, or would you rather they were their authentic self, warts and all?…
as i scribble in the last few words that fit perfectly onto the last page of another notebook, numerous powerful energies infiltrate my body and spirit….
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