For about ten minutes today, I was convinced that "lost and found" was just another name for the game "hide and go seek." Thanks for nothing, perimenopause brain!
Oh gosh, what a question—about whose box we would be in?!! I get so caught up with who and what is in my box. Thank you for reading, Alli. This was a hard one to write and share, but it felt right.
Oh this touches deeply and my heart aches for all of us who closed our hearts when trouble came forgetting the love that wants to continue its journey of loyalty and freedom to be our essential selves.
Oh, I feel this, Margaret Ann. So beautifully crafted, so deeply felt.
Thank you, Elizabeth. This one is important to me. (I mean, honestly, they all are. But important for different reasons for sure.)
Always touching, thanks Margaret.
Thank you for reading, Wes 💛.
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There was a prompt I came across about lost and found! The task was to write a poem about the things you would find in your personal "lost and found".
I wondered whose lost and found box (or junk drawer) I would be in..?
Thanks for more honest insight!
Oh gosh, what a question—about whose box we would be in?!! I get so caught up with who and what is in my box. Thank you for reading, Alli. This was a hard one to write and share, but it felt right.
Oh this touches deeply and my heart aches for all of us who closed our hearts when trouble came forgetting the love that wants to continue its journey of loyalty and freedom to be our essential selves.
Thank you, Mom 💛. My heart aches too.