Yes you can🙏

The title caught my attention. The message brought me home. Beautiful, Fia

I have been that tree. I have been the leaves it sheds…pieces of me to scatter in the wind. Having to endure everything around and unable to flee. My bark is worn in places and names have been carved deep into me. Like a willow…I weep.

Beautifully penned, Fia Another excellent write with a deep meaning my friend. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you cuz.

Damian

A fearsome expression.
Regards
James

Just because we leave the river, doesn’t mean we stop moving. Just a different rhythm and more deliberate movements. You kinda tend to go with the river’s rhythm until you step out. Strong piece here

Thank you, Willow.

It’s definitely the noticing. Being present. And then letting the bleeding begin. The way you share a story or a thought always amazes me. It reminds me of sitting quietly on the porch as sun goes down, listening to someone reminisce or ponder life’s journey. I love that your cats so often play a part in your story 😊

Thanks, Willow.