When I Explain Honey...

Dear Honey,

I see you healing more since ysterday. Here's your today's dose of positivity and stress-reducer letter:

Wounds that do not heal soon will also be fine one day. You need not imagine an unhealed physical state. Power is within. Life needs a place to re-begin. You grant life that open space. Come cultivate good health on soil, and pluck up weeds that have long stayed.

That’s life. That’s in life’s stage. We cannot counter self nor health, for the two links strong. Love of self helps heal the wound. Else what reason to your mind for healing with you give?

Today, now, love yourself. Love be announced so that wounds all heal. There is scope for solitude to heal the wounds inflicted in crowd, in groups. I know you feel ill, but there is always a way to feel strong, not weak. You adopt the storm and rehearse practicing strength. You be the cause of right thought, that which mends.

The pain in body spreads. Do not let it do so. You stay strong. Pain else hurts like insane. You need