Cradled in the forest embrace,
shielded from the world.
Fed from the inside out.
Stillness, through the movement of feet, flow of the hips,
of spine, of tiny inclines of the head
and the smallest and sweetest of smiles.
Breathing out.
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Justine Thank you for this beautiful and evocative writing – word dancing indeed!
Thanks so much for your lovely comments Cynthia. Your support is much appreciated. xx