Loving my way through shame: These longings I wish I did not have, pull apart my tenderest heart, enveloped by shame. Shattered open, my heart may fill with love again.
Loving my way through shame: These longings I wish I did not have, pull apart my tenderest heart, enveloped by shame. Shattered open, my heart may fill with love again.
Macro photo of bees in crocuses with brittle leaves and bright light. I didn’t recognize shame right away, but when I did, I melted with love and compassion.
Macro photo of blue butterfly with orange spots a top tiny pink flowers. Shame’s stealthy homecoming has pulled my heart under, yet we will fly again.
Macro photo green and red fall leaves opening as if to receive a gift. This gift of seeing that has always been within me, always feeling and flowing with love.
Macro photo blue butterfly on green. Our hearts ache as one, and yet we are connected, alive, filled with love. Love is here.
Macro photo of snowy red and white Christmas ornament. Thank you, dear ones, and Merry Christmas to you, however you celebrate, wherever you are.
Macro photo of butterflies on greenery: my butterflies reach in you a murmuration of colour, we are these butterflies, woven together in soul-family.
Macro photo of orange butterfly on purple flower. I believe in a lot of things, some of them are here. I believe in seeing. I want you to see, too.