My writing from week 6 of The Visceral Self plus some older heart art
“I curled cocooned in the dark fists tight around my blanket my pillows a pericardium holding my slowing rhythms” What a beautiful honoring of retreat, darkness and the necessary pendulum swing of slowing down. 🙏
Thank you!
“I curled cocooned in the dark fists tight around my blanket my pillows a pericardium holding my slowing rhythms” What a beautiful honoring of retreat, darkness and the necessary pendulum swing of slowing down. 🙏
Thank you!