I so often read or hear the words from my clients, “another day one.” I feel those words in my body. I feel them because they were my own.
My body reacts, remembering. An orchestra of knowing rises within me. My bones and muscles snap to attention, recalling with bows positioned to play that old song of failure, heaviness, tension, longing, and sadness.…
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