Love doesn’t ask for perfection. Love speaks up. Love asks questions. Makes messes. Owns and listens. Love gets through the mess to the gold on the other side. I am learning this. I see the reflection of my own tendency to treat people as disposable rather than be with my co-creation. Eyes opening.

Mirror-In-The-Forest

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