Trying to think about the why and the ties and truth behind actions, seeking motivation and delayed by inspiration and playing with the madness of the perfect moments passing by….
Grateful to be humbled and bumbled and blessed and tripped over the biggest boulder I’ve seen and fell flat on my face and then rose up from the ground like a vine climbing the most divine arm into the sky….
It could have been easier or faster or brighter or more fun. It could have been hell on wheels, or hell on broken feet walking slowly. But it was what it was and I’m glad it’s behind. But even moreso I’m so glad it was…. painful, heart opening by ripping me open, brightening my insides by bleaching them out… but maybe it was a reminder, of what I came to do. A tug on the sleeve to urge out of the blissful world into a crawl through another face of truth. A chance to once again reconcile the ugly with the beautiful, and see the places in me that were available for torture….
Thanks for helping me to clean them out. And brighten my smile. A layer deeper, a whole lot clearer, walking a little taller, 20 pounds lighter, my soul is glad. My heart is more glad. Life is good. Even after the rug was pulled out from under my trust…
Falling deeper into bliss again, trusting the new wave of life that ebbs back through my skin, pleasing, touching, radiating like the light that lives me and drives me to touch you and wish that you are all the light that I see in your eyes as you read… this…
What a beautiful journey… Incredible, reverent, honest, and perfect to the last point of healing… always happening.
You are so beautiful. Can you feel it?? Do you breathe it boldly?