Fear…
I’m afraid to trust.
I drag my supplies to and fro every day from the office.
If I don’t leave my stuff behind locked door of somebody else’s abode, no one can change the lock and leave me out in the cold.
I’ve recently been asked to start spray-misting the plants.
I’ve been invited to the dance of caretaking.
At first, initially, resented…
Resisted…
Feeling overwhelmed…
(sigh)
Recognizing the invitation.
It’s not easy to let go and trust…
It’s not easy, although I know that I must.
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