Once upon a time, that hand wounded my heart. Inside that hand held all my secrets. But not. The secrets were in my heart. It was a heart full of love but full of pain. How can one love and yet hurt so badly at the same time? If one looks closely inside the hand, the secrets are exposed. Love is not to be given away sparingly. It is not always one's job to heal everyone. This woman has learned through that "healing hand" the meaning of love. There is a rainbow, along with the humid heat, and most deliciously - after discovery of the golden nugget - a moonbow and that is where the sacred waters shall flow - patiently waiting for nature to shape form as the wind blows through the trees - forever strong and courageous bending to a higher power...becoming one with one...
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