how you always remind me to leave it at the lovely
After the rain, the world shines. Have you seen a woman after sorrow? How she shines. Not the heartbreaking kind of sorrow but the one that nourishes, the tears we know we need to soften us, feed our roots and heal us; the sorrow like rain.
In the combox I'm going to write about my decision regarding this little webspace. I'm doing it there because it feels a bit messy and I want to keep things quiet here. (It's not anything bad.)