When I gaze around me in this place, I realize more often than not, there is a roundness about me.
The adobe structures.
Fruit and flowers.
I’m especially aware of these round sights because right now I’ve too much “sharp, sharpness” within me. The sharpness of pain.
I’ve been prayed over by my best friend. I’ve been prayed for by many. I was sent off with tokens to create a healing altar in my space here.
I’ve been told my healing will be slow. And so it is. In the meantime, I’ll be on the lookout for round as I move about in my sharpness.