The tea. Always the tea. I could take a thousand photos of tea (and maybe I have). Could drink a thousand cups of tea (and maybe I have). I will never tire. And so this morning, tea. A second cup. Doughnuts made, covered in powdered sugar, eaten. Online classes for the kids. Work of my own.
I pulled a card this morning, an animal friend. Deer. A message. A reminder of feminine, creative energy. A reminder of absolute gentleness and compassion. The thought occurs to me that birth can be a kind of restructuring. Of so many things. But especially of the heart.
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