I’ve just started to read Martha Beck’s “Finding Your Own North Star”. I’ve only got through chapters one and two and already it is blowing my mind. How can a few “Write down a time when…” exercises drop a plumb line into your soul and retrieve the secrets you’ve been keeping even from yourself? Staring at the blooms before me feels like the only way to keep hold of things.

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