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Lisa Loewen MAIS, RCC's avatar

I used to do this daily. Thoughtlessly. Although the acts themselves were not thoughtless, they were thoughtful in a sense of creating space for whatever is alive in me to come alive outside of me. Could be as brief enough as dropping a stone into a puddle and watching the ripples, or blowing warm breath onto a snowflake until it melts into nothingness.

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