Nesting

a bitter truth

of my deepest fear

is pressing the door

to find no one there

~

M.G. Iannucci 2020

As a deeply feminine woman, it is my joy to greet the world with a radiant openness, gracefulness, creativity, and strength. Being met by the chill of a contracted heart is a bone jarring pain. Whether it is my own or the world’s, it is all the same. My practice this week is to remain open to love alone. In that space, I (we) are always encountered and seen. Truth never leaves you alone.

Photo by my good friend and teammate in teaching, Lovisa Losell. Robin eggs in a nest on her front door.

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