I should do this more

It’s funny how at a time when blogging is now mainstream I really struggle with being consistent with it. I’m so stuck in my head of late – I need to change that. I need to create a little distance between myself and some thoughts. Especially ones which upset me and weigh me down.

I need to stop feeling things so much – or worse, avoiding them. There’s so much that has been layered in my heart and mind over the past two years which I need to just let go.

I need to blog more.

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No...just no.

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Unity Prayer

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