This whisper stalks me consistently. I am grateful, sort of, for it's persistence.
It brings with it a level of unease calling for tenderness and patience. They don't come automatically.
My automatic is to get it done or ignore and deny. It takes practice, deep breathing and patience
to consider those tough questions and then allow the answer not to be immediately forthcoming.
Did she really mean what I think she said? Is it possible I'm wrong?
Am I trying to "win" or willing to learn? What does real love look like in this situation?
Grace and grounding...absolutely essential. Time in the woods is critical. kastilwell
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