Day #1 –
Every accident, and the essence of every being,
is a bud, a blanket
tucked int a cradle, a closed mouth.
All these buds will blossom.
In that moment you will know what your grief was,
and how the seed you planted has been miraculously
growing.
— Rumi
Welcome to Your Throat!
Go back to your Heal.thy Self Classroom.