The Art of Rest Lying in my bed, 8.40am just gazing out the window. The sky is grey, the trees are blowing gently. There is a stillness...

She gave all she could She gave love to those who felt unloveable She gave hugs to those who lacked connection She gave support to those...

All is Well She sits and stares, her heart heavy waiting for tears. No reason why, just ready to release She doesn’t run, she sits She...