Photo: An antique ball of rug string. Pieces of string tied together rolled around and around forming an uneven ball of knots.
The pain of seeing someone suffer. To see their life unravel, giving way to dark secrets that do not let go, but hang on and strangle their energy.
The dark night of the soul. The agony of standing by wanting to untangle their heart, wanting to be a guiding source that will lead them to healing, wholeness, to an untwisted path that is smooth, even and free. Though knowing they must find the courage to unwind, to look at the loose ends and to venture towards the broken thread.
The ball of knots, one after another, the long journey to the center… Keeping my hands open that they may hold on and find their way safely.
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