I'm dismissing the first verse.
"whisper I love yous to everything that hurts.
Ask for help.
Refuse to abandon yourself."
Sounds pretty simple doesn't it?
I find it less so in real time with real need.
We've been so conditioned to take care of ourselves.
Refusing to abandon yourself means asking for help.
I don't know about you, but that is decidedly difficult to do.
"Not power, but presence."
Can presence overcome power?
I need to sit with this and imagine
what that would look/feel like.
I'm so proud of the people of Hungary.
Not more more more but
how many miracles?
Isn't it interesting how mundane miracles
can become? I know I take them for granted
every single day many, many times.
Blank Page?
Can someone return to being a blank slate?
I think adding a new layer to what's been written
might be more realistic.
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