🪷 the sun of self-kindness

I’m basking in this healing warmth.

I grew up under 
   clouds of self-rebuke
that poured on me from pulpits. 
   I stayed low.

Now my sky clears 
   more and more to blue;
and in the sun of self-kindness, 
   I grow.

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morning sun and mist (from several weeks ago)

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In the notebook

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