Softly walking on the edge

After a day of soft Welsh rain and nourishing conversations, I come to rest.


Softly walking on the edge,  
avoiding straight lines of fragile certainty,
here is where we grow.  
Breathing the air of possibility,  
absorbing gentle rain of encouragement,
being seen and heard.
Cherishing travelling companions as
gifts for the journey.
There is no rush.  
We are always here.

+ Sue Heatherington

Blessings from a little valley in South West Wales.

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿