broken parts
softly listen to the whisperings, the singing and the storytelling…
all the little things
delicate privilege
the heat of the day was high and intoxicating,
friends gathered to share, and be a shelter for each other.
survivors opened in the warmth of the afternoon,
spilling stories onto the table,
tales of loss, betrayal, shame,
and wounded memories surfaced.
the openness among strong women is disarming,
inspiring, and a great delicate privilege.
seeing vunerable hearts falter,
and hearing the quivering tones,
as the control loosens the grip,
as places become unlocked, from places hidden from sight,
darkness lightens,
through trusted gentle discernment.
being a friend is a gift you give to your deepest self,
having a friend is a blessing from the deepest heavens.
.donnabach.































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