There is ebb and flow. Leaving and coming. Flight and fall. Sing and silent. Reaching and Reached. – Ally Condie
May what I do flow from me like a river,
no forcing it and no holding back,
the way it is with children.
Then in these swelling and ebbing currents,
these deepening tides moving out, returning,
I will sing you as no one ever has,
streaming through widening channels
into the open sea.
– Rainer Maria Rilke
LIVING IN THIS MOMENT 
Thank you for this insight – I have been fighting my grief for too long.
It’s a beautiful reminder to allow and surrender to our pain and our joy. 💕💚
Flowing with you my friend 💕
Thank you Val 💕
So true, Karen. Loved, in particular, the beginning of the poem “May what I do flow from me like a river”. That’s my wish too.
Mine as well Helen. Welcome back 🌈
Soothing….
Yes that’s exactly what flow feels like 🌈
feeling
freshly
bathed 🙂
A refreshing result David 💦☀️
Amen. Trying to flow this week. Hitting a lot of rocks, though:).
The rocks will always be there. Their purpose is to stop us and teach us about the path ahead! Not always fun. Have a flowing week ahead Kristine 💦🌈
Inspiring words. My latest post is about letting go of grief. Please let me know if it speaks to you.
https://flashlightbatteries.blog/2018/08/07/the-field-2/
There are many seeking healing and I am glad that your blog is there for them.
Thanks Ali 💕