It almost seems that tomorrow is as much as being about a warrior as it is about being a surrender into the future, surrender into healing, surrender into release of the trauma.
A F/friend of mine writes poetry, and recently shared the following:
soft enough / that resistance, folds enveloped / within
He explained briefly:
For me it expresses a logic of love, surrender and trust. I imagined a heavy object entering a soft space - like an iron ball falling into a large pillow - as a metaphor for how to accept the brutality and violence that we sometime experience in life.
For me it expresses a logic of love, surrender and trust. I imagined a heavy object entering a soft space - like an iron ball falling into a large pillow - as a metaphor for how to accept the brutality and violence that we sometime experience in life.
So be a large pillow tomorrow. Surrender, endure, live long and prosper...and smile.
I expect to hear only good news. But I won't breathe deeply until this is over.
Every fiber of me is rooting for you.
Be well,
I love you...Clare
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