Robyn Emerson
Joined February 2020
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A retreat to rebalance.
A secret sanctum of solitude. Your childhood fear of the pitch black has not fully disintegrated: the cold chill still lightly bites you from your lower back to your neck. Breathe out. Nothing or no one mean you any torment. The lack of light only means to cause you curiosity and wonder. Go forth, and see what new patterns you will learn: The nights don't feel dark for long, for slowly the eyes adjust, the lights shed their tears on the path ahead, and your feet already know the way. All is well. You are loved, you are safe.
By Robyn Emerson4 years ago in Motivation