and we're talking compost.
I'm tossing in the scrap of self-doubt that insits I'm unlovable unless "x, y, or z"...I'm hopeful that it will be transmuted into receptivity, because the love is already there, waiting to be accepted. ❤
I'm tossing in the scrap of self-doubt that insits I'm unlovable unless "x, y, or z"...I'm hopeful that it will be transmuted into receptivity, because the love is already there, waiting to be accepted. ❤