Today, seven years of slow and silent sunrise over the Gulf of Naples, who was born and he told me that everything was done and the river of life my father had to go on without us trying to deal with the flow.
Since then our relationship has not been closed. He crossed seasons and processes, has been weakening, stiffened reconciled.
Yesterday came a new metaphor of myself as a closet full of clothes. The closet is my clothes and put them choose me. I dressed as I always do not take them myself!
those clothes and then I watch them, feel them, matches them, spoil them, but especially I take care of them, caress them.
Every so often someone tries to impose on me or force the presence of a dress that I do not want in the closet. And it's hard to keep order in the cabinet as I will!
but I like it and if anyone wants to see inside other clothes is his problem! I can deal with his problem as only wearing the dress of Sharing, which makes more important through the Word.
But even a simple gesture such as placing the hand at heart level, on the breastbone or between the shoulder blades and simply let the energy of your hand caress your heart and bring relaxation and balance.
And I can try to understand those who want to impose on me the dress that I do not like that is not wearing it I'll be happy, but I felt his hand on my heart.
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