We make the inward spiral, remembering how Yin withdraws to enter, how healing is real.

Here are two selves, inner and outer. Each cares fiercely for the other.

We are surrounded by small generosities.

And great ones.

We find ways to be sweet to ourselves.

Delicate as the opening of petals to a receding winter.

There’s so much yet to come.

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