I take in and give out nourishment in perfect balance. I am important. I count. I now care for and nourish myself with love and with joy. I allow others the freedom to be who they are. We are all safe and free.
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Ode to the Mysore Pak
The days had become miserable, marked by medicines taken in the hope of sleep. Nights passed counting sheep, while the days that...
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