"we must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us."
i'm a baby, baby girl and that feels good. she is building from what she has this time, rather than from what she doesn't. releasing, leaning into what is, little eyes opened to the fragility, preciousness of everything, feet holding still for once, hands opening, coyly dancing with the idea of ownership, not forced but invited by something bigger than herself, humbled by that, inspired by this, realizing confusion will inevitably return but nothing is sweeter, nothing is sweeter than bright blessings against a deep black.
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by the way, i wrote this down in my journal.
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