She Dreamed of Cows by Nora Pollard

When we try to offer compassion towards ourselves, there's a sense that there's really no one home to offer it. Ultimately, that love is our very nature but because we're tight and contracted and separate, we don't feel it here. So then wherever we can turn towards and call on for this man it was sensing God's love and then sensing his own love, we do that. I'll read you a poem that I found really points to this: She Dreamed of Cows by Nora Pollard.