Along this road of self-compassion your words touch my heart again and again. How many times has this poem found me? I won't begin to count or even recollect them. One impression–enough to start a glimmering tremor, the gentlest ripple beneath the boat to shift its course. Inviting, again and again, to take a seat at the banquet table and truly come home.
Your words, like stars, guide and remind me to bring my voice, fresh each day, into an always sparkling, harsh and beautifully shifting landscape. May my own voice ring as true as yours, brave and authentic, tugging complexity's mask to reveal my own astonishingly simple and forgiving world.
With love and every wish for healing,
Susan J. Preston