Dawning Creations

Mind is scattering, shuffling a multitude of bramble, mind-clutter. I’m falling down into the black again but how ?

Why?

When?

There are many hands reaching out. I’m grasping them tightly and crying on shoulders in long embraces.

I’m being blessed this weekend, baptized, born again.

I’m going to give it my all. I love my father and want to do right by him and through him by me. I’ve been loving others so long I abandoned self-care for me.

Nourishing my spirit and accepting the love from all that freely give it, I’m making a full effort.

This time.