There are seasons when our lives are turbulent and we look for the sacred places where we can exhale fully, set aside burden, and seek freedom from suffering. Cutting corset strings, we breathe deeply the whispers of wisdom, the voice of our souls – the divine, present only in this space. With breath comes clarity and rebirth, a tender holding.
F*#$@+# Perfect
Don’t offer vacancy to misdirected anger, depleting your worth as an authentic being. Please don’t continuously choose the underhand of comparison; thwart comparison altogether and tell paralyzing doubt to “shove it.”
I’m Shedding
Our shedding is our blind becoming. Our skin begins to feel tight and uncomfortable. We don’t belong in it, we’re certain. It’s itchy and we are unsure why until we begin to see fragments peeling away, revealing a new layer of our knowing, bringing us closer to our center; that place that has been unnecessarily cloaked and muffled, but remains untarnished and true and whole underneath.
Rolling Pages
I witnessed infinite expression of what I believe to be similar guts—hunger for connection, safety, belonging, and purpose, expressed in varying language. The greatest of souvenirs is a new set of eyes.
A Boy and His Fish
Sweet boy, I can’t take this feeling away. I wouldn’t even if I could. The beautiful privilege to have loved so greatly that such a loss changes you will expand your capacity to love, to honor. Never avoid loving at the risk of loss.
If I Could Gift You Stillness
If I could give you nothing else, I’d plant deeply the gift of stillness in your core. To listen, smell, taste, trace, and observe in silence, processing the vibrations within your being and in relation to this world of beings you share this space with, that escape definition or tangibility, but remain truer than any other things.
Starting Over & “Holy Shi#, Jump!” Living
It takes exactly the number of days that pass before our decisions come into clear focus to know where we’ll venture next. And here I stand. Here we all stand in the next place.