Old socks..

The socks she wears
Twisted and dusty with dog hair
Look strange to most
Burnt orange, from the 70’s
Found in a thrift store box
Soft, comforting
Like a hug she needed
Long ago
They should be tossed

Still, there are hugs left

For now,
They can come off
And let the sun in.

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From Mud to Lotus…

From Mud to Lotus…

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It is becoming more “clear” to me of what my eyes truly see….

While laying in bed last night, not being able to see because of an optical migraine, I chose instead of worry, to talk to God.

He showed me that my biggest downfall was indeed my eyesight. For the things I choose to look at are the very things that compare me with others, a sense of not being good enough. Not the right clothes, the…

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