A simple place to rest

It certainly feels that way for me looking back

Will healing feel ridiculous again?  When I realise I was never less than anything but love

Will I fail to be reminded as I am so gently remembered by the Earth

That the medicine goes within when we speak to ourselves as a child and we realise love never left us

There was simply just a gap.  Between our own needs and those able to be met

Between our own expectations and the expectations placed upon those in our care.  As our carers

As we realise we are all fucked up we are all just doing our best and so the safest place to be is with the gentle nature of the breath

The ins and outs that cost nothing
The ebbs that draw our knowing
That do not have to be gleemed from somewhere nor gathered to us in case they may leave in any minute
That are not outside of ourselves but ever present ever gentle ever rhythmic ever care free flowing

Love

The breath that costs us nothing

And yet we go on searching
Amongst the noise of infinite possibility and comparison
Our deepest need never left us

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I have been so afraid to speak of God.  Who He is what He means to me.  How grace has saved me on every occasion and continues to do so.  How Allah’s mercy is finding his way into my vocabulary amongst God and He and Lord and Grace.  And One.

I have been afraid to speak of this amongst healings and of those I choose to spend my time with

I may speak a little more freely from now on

With less comes more somehow

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