The Medicine

forgiveness

You've done the returning and the rising. Now comes the bone-deep practice of living it.

Nobody armors overnight and nobody unarmors in one session. Four flights, at the heart's real pace.

Have the conversation grief told you was impossible, in the place where higher selves meet.

Love is a battle cry here, snapped and hummed and spoken by the ones who stood in the fire.

Your grove has been waiting for its Druid. Show up, plant the intention, and begin the tending.

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