This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.
Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing at
what you thought was your grief.
Give yourself permission to rest and receive lullabies for your heart.
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.
A winter solstice 2020 short stream for a Movement Medicine community
Meanwhile, someplace in the world, somebody is making love and another a poem.
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