Comments on: Feeding. http://khandroma.com/feeding?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=feeding Mon, 28 Mar 2011 18:08:28 +0000 hourly 1 By: Khandroma http://khandroma.com/feeding/comment-page-1#comment-30 Khandroma Wed, 11 Nov 2009 12:39:00 +0000 http://khandroma.com/?p=30#comment-30 Dreamwalker, thank you for your comments, for your heartfelt response, for not only taking in this piece, but the essence of me with it. That is why I write. That is why I show up. In the hopes that this will happen, that connections will be forged, and sparks will fly, and people will see themselves in my words, and I will see myself in their reflection. This is what nourishes me; this is how I can nourish. And you are so very welcome. Thank you for helping me learn how to retreat into my embodied, feeling, feminine self more and more every day, with each passing breath. I am grateful for your presence. Dreamwalker, thank you for your comments, for your heartfelt response, for not only taking in this piece, but the essence of me with it. That is why I write. That is why I show up. In the hopes that this will happen, that connections will be forged, and sparks will fly, and people will see themselves in my words, and I will see myself in their reflection. This is what nourishes me; this is how I can nourish. And you are so very welcome. Thank you for helping me learn how to retreat into my embodied, feeling, feminine self more and more every day, with each passing breath. I am grateful for your presence.

]]> By: Dreamwalker http://khandroma.com/feeding/comment-page-1#comment-23 Dreamwalker Sun, 08 Nov 2009 22:10:36 +0000 http://khandroma.com/?p=30#comment-23 I sat still for long while after listening to this. You touched me deeply with your beauty, my dear Khandroma; you touched me profoundly and I am transported inwards, into something yet to be defined. It is dark and cold and the echo of my breathing is so tangible that it grazes my skin, yet it is not dark because your radiance clung to my skin; your radiance came with me and it’s shining and warming and throwing a blanket of sighing snow that mutes the echo. Every time you <i>give</i> like this, you send more of yourself into that cave and you are turning it into what I need, what I long for, what I want and what terrifies me: home. Thank you for simply being. I sat still for long while after listening to this.

You touched me deeply with your beauty, my dear Khandroma; you touched me profoundly and I am transported inwards, into something yet to be defined.

It is dark and cold and the echo of my breathing is so tangible that it grazes my skin, yet it is not dark because your radiance clung to my skin; your radiance came with me and it’s shining and warming and throwing a blanket of sighing snow that mutes the echo.

Every time you give like this, you send more of yourself into that cave and you are turning it into what I need, what I long for, what I want and what terrifies me: home.

Thank you for simply being.

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