These words stopped me.
As I consider plowing through old journals.
I confess, my past endeavors to
"harvest" them have been unsettling.
I found little patience
for my former self.
Barriers were erected.
Perhaps I need another review.
One from a more compassionate perspective.
Someone with less judgement
and more curiosity.
Less need for "perfection" (whatever that is).
Someone willing to saunter
rather than run;
to experience
rather than produce;
to accept
rather than "fix".
kastilwell
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