consistent comforts
an awareness of the little things, rhymed - so that you can remember
Comfort is in the little things
Comfort is in the butterflies wings
Comfort is in the little kids who really love to dance and sing
Comfort is a celebration
And loves when you make rest a dedication
It is your resilience and your brilliance
The relief after your due diligence
Comfort is the grace of forgiveness
It is the acceptance of your business
You can find her in quiet contemplation
Or reach her in deep and shallow meditation
She is already within you,
waiting in great anticipation!
Oh, and did I introduce you to your breath?
A softer rhythm you often forget
Once in, hold, then in again,
Now slowly breathe out, and then do it again
You are invited to ease your racing brain
Mantra:
Take a deep breath
Connect to your crown
Hand on your heart
You're allowed to slow down
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