Today I witnessed the interaction of a family, a family with a child so torn by this reality that living was something she’d rather give up.  Give up to a point that she attempted.

Today I witnessed a family perceived as broken come together as two parents desperately strive to give all they can to their child, and strive to understand where reason has no invitation.

Today I witnessed a child seemingly have a wake up call while still burdened with the heaviness she has no words for and starving for an attention this reality isn’t capable of fulfilling.

I wonder as I reflect on these moments, what this world might look like if we each pause in the daily doing, fixing and fretting, to just be.  Be with this planet, be with ourselves, our children and each other?

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Today I witnessed an interaction of two friends, friends of a different kind, Soulmates of lifetimes and in completion of another.

Today I witnessed a women release her own needs for another, for the letting go of a body, a body belonging to her dearest friend.  Having only words of gratitude, space and allowance.

Today I witnessed a feline, cradled by her favorite human, honored to such a degree that separation had no place and bodies appeared irrelevant.

I wonder as I refect on these moments, what this world might look like if we each pause in the daily needing, expecting and feeling, to just be.  Be with this planet, with ourselves,  animals and nature.

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I am curious, could we allow everything to just be as it would like to be while allowing ourselves to relish in the space of truly BEing….

In gratitude..

Michelle

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