No pressure in the temples; thank you.
No heaving in the gut; thank you.
And the chimes clear the night air.
A small stone is a very short piece of writing that precisely captures a fully-engaged moment. ~ fiona robyn, co-creator of Writing Our Way Home
wanting to forgive, the solar plexus recoils and churns.
and then, Handel’s Messiah rings out Halleluja reigning down as salve.
the poison is the medicine.