You have an eye for that spiritual landscape that lies hidden behind everything. Here, and power of expression for the quiet unfolding secret. —
I, too, must walk this inner path that leads from “Here” towards the untold sufferings of my people, and gropes onwards out of the pain.
HOMESCHOOLING MOTHER OF 5, ALL THINGS DOMESTIC, MY CRAZY LIFE
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