I suppose I can trace the beginning of my quest to find and live from my soul back to a time in my life when I could feel myself withering like a parched flower, twisting this way and that to try and find the warm light of approval, to be the person others wanted me to be while losing sight of my truth.
Great writing, Miranda! How much of us, often high-sensitive writers, are born "hiders", vulnerable but trying now to give our words the freedom they need, they deserve...
Great writing, Miranda! How much of us, often high-sensitive writers, are born "hiders", vulnerable but trying now to give our words the freedom they need, they deserve...
How very true. And the encouragement we get here helps so much. Thank you.
I think this story - your story - is so many people's story Xx
Thank you. I’m now struggling with how to pull all the fragments together into some coherent thread! Xx
That I could grow again from my roots to once again feel good enough.
Vulnerable. Thank you for sharing. I really liked this writing piece.
Thank you.
Lovely last lines. It's so comforting to hear that you have found your way back to your soul.
Yes ma'am, the sap does still rise. Love it.
Thank you so much.
Absolutely beautiful, your writing gave me goosebumps.
Oh thank you so much!
Powerful story of growing into oneself. The words are beautiful. I look forward to reading more.
Thank you. I look forward to sharing the journey with you.
Such a lovely piece about coming home to our true selves 🙏
Thank yiu
Whoops, thank you!
Some beautiful imagery. I could relate to this. ✨
Thank you