Reblogged from The Great Experimenters:
I am learning that mutual love is the most healing kind of love.
My spiritual director once caught me in the act of putting myself down for something, some inadequacy, some imperfection I had started digging at to get rid of. She asked me to imagine a baby bird sitting in a nest in my hands. She asked me to look at that baby bird and tell her what I saw.
Perfection comes in all shapes and sizes. For me it comes in the form of a rescue dog.






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