Molting & Moisturizing

A great friend from college sent me this poem a few minutes ago. The timing uncanny as I'm positive I summoned this vibration on the acupuncture table this morning. Here's to molting…

and moisturizing, because what's self-care without some shea butter. baby😘

Thank you friend, I needed this today, years ago, and into the distant future. A love letter to myself. Ashé

A Love Poem

I am my mother now,

my sister, my closest

friend. I forgive myself

for everything, cancel

all regret. To whatever

I have to say, I listen.

When trouble comes,

along with pain and

sorrow, I remind myself

of all I have survived—

how brave I am, how

strong. I vow to cherish,

at every age, the body

in which my soul resides.

I eat when I am hungry.

When sleepy-eyed and

weary, I carry myself

as tenderly as a child, to

a place of rest. And when

lost or afraid, I say to my-

self: I will not leave you.

You are safe with me.

-- Terri Kirby Erickson