No feeling is final. (Rumi)

The rising of Venus, of the evening star, like a precious gift never asked for, but freely given for all to see. It is a gleam of hope cracking open the darkness encompassing my being earlier today. Not a brilliant, blinding light, but a gentle, slender beam, coming through as if I’m a bleary-eyed babyContinue reading “No feeling is final. (Rumi)”

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