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It is both painful and glorious.

To do the work for which your heart burns.

To pour out, day after day.

Effort, words, presence.

And at night you fall into a deep slumber

Your dreams filled with a sense of being seen. Acknowledged. Celebrated.

Somedays they come true.

Most often, they don’t. And it stings.

But this is the very blessing of the whiplash.

The noise, the inconvenience, the sharp snap

Commanding you to sit up and take notice.

Inviting intentional breathing exercises to get throug...