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.
Ahhhhhhhh! Just what I needed to hear this morning ❤️
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.
Oh Karen. Your words just expanded my hope exponentially! 🌸💥🌺
Dear Hope thank you for remaining true. Your song is the soul's medicine without words.
Ahhhhhhhh! Just what I needed to hear this morning ❤️
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.
Oh Karen. Your words just expanded my hope exponentially! 🌸💥🌺