Today I can drop my shoulders and exhale, unhurried and able to stare out the window of this coffee shop or at the dainty cinnamon swirls in my miel. A long weekend of sunshine and water healed the last of my unsutured wounds. Somehow I’d forgotten what’s needed to grow and how inevitable it is,Continue reading “Surfacing, Or What Letting Go Feels Like”
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Gabrielle Koontz 