“You don’t like egg shells in your breakfast, and I don’t like egg shells under my feet. I won’t feed them to you…don’t throw them in my path. No egg on your face…no tiptoeing around the truth…let go of the fear of me seeing the cracks…the imperfections…I see through the cracks to the inside…your loving and magnificent soul…which is dripping with the beauty of a golden egg…THAT is what I see, THAT is WHO I love…” – Wendy Blanchard, M.S., CHHC


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