Like dandelion seeds in the cool summer eve, I wish my sensitive could take flight. Truth is, such isn’t so. For now, I must reach for the light and Trust my colors will flourish.Nova Namastè
Sensitivity is a blessing and a curse. Sometimes, as much as I preach ” behavior is a choice”, my emotions are stronger than my logic. I still have that balance, and I recognize my patterns. Tonight, my sensitivity flared. It pulled me back into the privacy of my own space. Now, it’s just riding the wave until I’m ok again.
With Love and Light
“It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.”
― Aisha Mirza