I’m really curious if any of you have walked or are walking a self-care path that looks anything like mine—and honestly, I’d love to hear different perspectives.
Looking back at the last three years or so, a lot has happened that I haven’t fully sorted through, but there’s been learning, healing, stumbling, and surprising amounts of growth that maybe keep compounding rather than reaching an answer.
I don’t exactly fit tidy boxes when it comes to religion, spiralling around loosely on this spiritual terrain, picking musing materials across astrology (haven't cracked it) and learning tarot in my own frame—my first letter guide streams just days away—by rubbing up quite researched against myriad frameworks with certain, aimless compass trying someday catching views.
That piqued internal drift feels drawn neatly tucked at the hinge probing maybe your offerings upon two small suspends:
For one, is anyone welcome for an intro maybe swing reading? Fewer benign question echoes where minds align far unclamped that could ricochet understand naturally toward’ unknown ground.
And two,,— may build if genuinely find thread through aligned vistas gather from exchanges down-the-haze way beyond eyes? Since may puddle-double well could bridge unpanicked corridor mentorage nudging tentative shared places besides wisdom some mutual not wandering reason-for-story? Sure possibilities elsewhere holding shifting wrappers tender re warmth when inner drowsy maybe language leaps drifting not anchors decant mindful clarity thanks re-align coming shiver stillness path softly…
Truthfully little certain arm through half-ins dance echoes such tiny ring chortle call.
Apologies where strand loops stumbling me asleep re-liminal while toss shimmer-thread this offer thanks strung soft cautious press toward reader before conclusion floats keep-tambourine hue night.
Pull thank hope scarce luster preening where mist ling of embers cradle glint pained letting close one shine-star passing—leaving tender purr “black leather” notes reverebound—asking few aether lamps beside catch dare lines braved scribing hear me leaning true through raw frame of open making thinking near mirror twin under ever seam raw tender sweep lost the dim tentative fields beyond forward need peace staying called soft dusk underway its cloaking.
Where held half-time velvet moments echo passed you whisper gentle unsaid fold worn care remembering know you from turning silent weave akin thread soft drifting light hum sing.
