I sit at my alter today, sit and hope for inspiration, a movement of thought. I keep hearing my head tell me focus on empathy, compassion and suffering. But it is never of my own pains, I have become a sponge in the most beautiful of ways. There is so much beauty in wisdom, pain, empowerment.
We are in this together.
All my best
No prayers
Cecilia
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