Dear Mama,
You hold that new sacred unfold that is going to be your soulful match. He/She came after your loss/losses and it hurts too much to patch. But here we are, solid in-utero true that this is what is happening.
It is rich, it is scary and it is what is. Why not just throw yourself into the fast track of finding some form of happy life match?
What do we do?
Stew, brew for what is not or meant to transpire for our life lesson few?
We all suffer, some extent. Some is more than others, some is less than a pencil leaves the desk but that is life, the life we human mammals live. Cycle, feel, bender and life still.
Mama, be free. Mama be free as you were with the first, even if the first inflicted pain we have to move from and around the pain to see what is real.
YOU determine what is real, you alone.
LIfe is life, death is death, growth is growth.
What do you choose?
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