It felt as though my heart—my self-compassion—was floating up and away from my chest. The cold loneliness that remained in its place was more than just a bit uncomfortable, so without haste a (softening) version of my inner leopardess* stepped in to protect me. Her protection was short-lived and could have been detrimental to my growth had I not noticed and shifted.
Read MoreI was cleaning up my hard drive over the weekend and came across this story told by my then 11-year-old son. Couldn’t resist posting it…
There once was a seed. It sat buried beneath the dirt covered by the warmth of the sun and the occasional bathing of the rain. It grew, and it grew.