Showing posts with label holding pattern. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holding pattern. Show all posts
sometimes all you can do is sit and listen . . . and wait.
that's how you'll know.
i'll let you know when i do.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am.
~Sylvia Plath
What can we do but keep on breathing in and out, modest and willing, and in our places?
that's how you'll know.
i'll let you know when i do.
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am.
~Sylvia Plath
What can we do but keep on breathing in and out, modest and willing, and in our places?
~Mary Oliver

