The Rain.
I love the rain the most when it falls.
It reminds me so deeply of letting go.
Of releasing everything that I have absorbed over the years.
Carried in my heart just a little too long.
All those things that have accumulated in the clouds of my soul.
Taking up space.
Welling up.
And weighing me down.
Waiting for the perfect,
“I can do this” moment.
Only to learn that there is never really a wrong time when it comes to freeing myself from the burdens.
Even if I must be drenched in overcoming.
Just look at the grasses after a storm.
They know.
I love the rain the most when it falls.
Author: Ullie Kaye
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Author: GreatCosmicMothersUnited
I have joined with many parents affected with the surreal , yet accepted issue of child abuse via Pathogenic Parenting / Domestic abuse.
As a survivor of Domestic Abuse, denial abounded that 3 sons were not affected. In my
desire to be family to those who have found me lacking . As a survivor of psychiatric abuse, therapist who abused also and toxic prescribed medications took me to hell on earth with few moments of heaven.
I will share my life, my experiences and my studies and research.. I will talk to small circles and I will council ; as targeted parents , grandparents , aunts , uncles etc. , are
denied contact with a child for reasons that serve the abuser ...further abusing the child.
I grasp the trauma and I have looked at the lost connection to a higher power..
I grasp when one is accustomed to privilege, equality can feel like discrimination..
Shame and affluence silences a lot of facts , truths that have been labeled "negative".
It is about liberation of the soul from projections of a alienator , and abuser ..
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