A Guided Meditation and Writing Prompt to Reinstate Your Desires
Dear Hope thank you for remaining true. Your song is the soul's medicine without words.
Dear Hope,
Spring is early, and everywhere I see
signs of you: in the budding daffodil,
and the robin’s return to the tree.
Collect its song and see if it might fill
the dried out husk of a worn winter’s heart
with purpose.
Dear Hope thank you for remaining true. Your song is the soul's medicine without words.
Dear Hope,
Spring is early, and everywhere I see
signs of you: in the budding daffodil,
and the robin’s return to the tree.
Collect its song and see if it might fill
the dried out husk of a worn winter’s heart
with purpose.