i am grateful for this weekend,
one filled with slow movement
and deep breaths.
lost in time, lost in my story,
listened long, and lingered free.
i gave myself permission to feel what i feel,
my joy, well, also my anxiety.
i let it all rise up
not wanting
nor needing explanations.
i am grateful for this weekend,
for the freedom of being where i am right now,
for not allowing and refusing to be anything different.
and in the midst of it all,
i let my truth be my anchor.
thank you for this wonderful weekend.
i know i had lots in the past,
and will have lots in the future,
but for this weekend, i am truly grateful.
ilysm! ♥ ♥ ♥
photo credits: OsacnaB
Photos of Dolorosa and the Carroza, circa 1930s
2 years ago
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