It’s a vulnerable place, to expose myself, perhaps it’s just easier this way… I’m letting go into the world the seeds that sprout in me. Passing them on into good hearts. Let them grow.
And then, it is not me telling the story, really. It is the story that is telling me. And it is not my story – it is the story, our story. And I want to create space where you can also share the story that is telling you. A story of a struggle, courage and transformation. A story to remind us of our humanity, humility and strength.
Write it down. Write me: aga@empoweredliving.pl
You’re not alone in this. We’re not alone.
Good touch protects for a lifetime
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May all the sentient beings be happy and at peace.
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What do you want?
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Who are you?
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Everything you need…
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I see you
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It’s so good that you are here
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We really need each other
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