which way to freedom?

let us take a walk.

Hello,

How are you this week? Who is knocking on your door?

Sketches of an eye (1887-1888) by Stanisław Wyspiański (Polish, 1869-1907)

You can follow 
the path to freedom 
outside this door 
which you've made yours 
to keep you home 
through the forest 
of sorrows 
where your eyes 
watered 
the damp ground 
into which your bare feet 
trampled 
your thorny thoughts
across the meadows 
of joys 
basking in the sun 
downhill of time 

into the opening 
                  of your own heart. 

Values that shape me 
also confine 
the truth in body and mind.

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On Valentine’s Day, I’ve organised a Women’s Circle, and it was such a lovely way to spend the evening. We practiced together, did a writing exercise followed by a dialogue exercise, had some tea — and most of all, remembered that we are never alone, for we all together hold a thick thread of love :)

Before you go

This week’s reflection:

Which door do you still keep closed?

Yours along the path,