In Up to My Heart
She cried softly with the fear of hope… “I may be in up to my heart.” Open your arms and reach for me I’ll meet you there
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She cried softly with the fear of hope… “I may be in up to my heart.” Open your arms and reach for me I’ll meet you there
At the end of grasping, lies more grasping. At the end of that, lies fear, self-loathing and anger. At the end of fear, self-loathing and anger is peace. …and love.
have been in an ongoing battle with my ego over the last few weeks. Only problem was that I didn’t know it. A lot of uncertainty and tremendous change – both professionally and personally – are the driving factors. Seems … Continue reading