This is one of my favorite photos of my grandmother and me. She passed away last year on Good Friday, a synchronicity I think she would’ve loved. She was- complicated. Strong-willed, hot-tempered,…
Browsing Tag
hope
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Do not fear the shadow side of the moon,
the double edged sword
you carry in your hand.
Feel, and never look back.
Err, and do not retrace those steps.
Stumble, and bear your scars with pride. -
Dark and light. Joy and pain. Windchimes and bullet holes. They both sing in the breeze.
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Presence. Every year, I choose a word to be my focal point. To guide and ground me through whatever life gives, and takes. I’ve done this for a decade. Long enough to know that all aspects of the word will be honed in on, the light and the dark. Life has a way of doing that, taking our intentions and lovingly developing a curriculum that will challenge and grow us in ways unexpected.
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What if we ask and it doesn’t come? What if the way it comes isn’t how we wanted it? What if it’s not from who we want it? Or, even worse, the last person we want it from?
Asking is a form of surrender and that shit is scary. More than needing help itself.
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Ha. Right? As if I am going to tell you what to do. Not so much. BUT. I can tell you what I wish people had told me when I was up…