Mother Nourish – a womanifesto of sorts, for 2024 + beyond
No more burnt crusts + last few crumbs... time to get real about the loads we carry + what sustainable wellbeing really looks like
Things are, slowly, changing.
I feel this subtlest sense of holding myself open to what may come to visit me. What impulse, feeling, choice.
Even as I sit in a quiet kitchen, an empty nest, the Pup snorting and snoring by my feet, and the snow falling still, hours later and longer than forecast.
The land is temporarily white, here. Everything snow-capped…
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