I had to dig deep this week. So bloody deep this week. For patience. For strength. For resources. …and it was my little people who held me with their warm apple pie, fresh out of the oven, as I put my feet up after having held a sacred space for friends who lost their mother and had to bury her within 24 hours, in keeping … Continue reading I had to dig DEEP this week
He was 12 years old. He had lost both his parents tragically. His grandmother was looking after him but he was really the one looking after her. She was very old and very blind.
This kid was exhausted. Mentally and psychologically drained.
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