We find our internal music by discovering who we are in our deepest beings, when everything else is taken away (p. 18)
And you know how much I love to collage :D
Stuck straight into my journal... In the back of the mind, I had the poem I wrote on Wednesday... the strength, the beauty, the 'deep, juicy greenness'...
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In the heat of the desert, I am being tempered, and shaped... It burns, it hurts, but I will end up being even stronger, more solid, more beautiful... like a Barbara Hepworth sculpture...
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