by Holly Morgan
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Often I feel this incredible duality in motherhood. The sense of belonging to others, and the search of belonging to self.Often I feel this incredible duality in motherhood. The sense of belonging to others, and the search of belonging to self. I’ve thought of it as a season, but my intuition is telling me it may be a new way of journeying through life. Some days, I give it all to motherhood. Some I get to wander in the garden at dusk to fill my cup. Most days, it’s an iced latte with a wee date that nourishes both.
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