There’s healing in this land Evidence is all around me I can’t say, there’s a specific spot This land holds my secrets… Over by the big tree I poured out my heart and my soul, and that willow she wept with me There’s healing in this land There’s a healing inside me When I moved here I was broken The pieces of my heart scattered as the land held me Time has passed, and I see …there’s healing in this pond …there’s healing in my wildflowers …there’s healing in this field …there’s healing in the trees …there’s healing in the sunrises …there’s healing the sunsets I wanted you to see…💙 Evidence of healing, all around me There’s healing in this land🙏🏼 Hallelujah
Photo of my land and thoughts by Micki Michelle Marie…💙
“Why am I so sad,” she asked? This is to my broken tribe of loved ones, those I hold dear, those I sit with as they cry~with no answers but to offer a word of comfort. What do you say to the broken one who comes from years of emotional abuse? What do you say to the one who has been suddenly left without a trace of love? What do you say to her when her beloved dies, leaving them to pick up the pieces? How do you help someone that is lost in sadness? Lost in the past and the memories and thoughts that play over and over in her mind, tormenting her soul? I’m not sure if there is anything I can say to make it better. All I know to do is tarry with you as you find your way back to wholeness. Someone did this for me and I’m forever grateful she reached out her hand and held this beautiful space of healing for me.
To my broken tribe of sweet sad hearts, I offer my hand and this space to you. I’m here, you know how to find me.