Walking with lightness across the past week, down sweet avenues of promise.
Fall asleep to the heartbreak of harshness, how we diminish and mistrust ourselves so deeply, how we salt our wounds at every turn. How we can love anyone but ourselves.
Awake in the courageousness of my heart, aware that I am good enough to be the mama I’ve become, the mama OWL needs. Aware that in this moment, perhaps that’s all there is, and that is enough. I awake aware that the unwavering presence of goodness that is so hard to touch still resides inside, and I am grateful that the week has illuminated it so vividly. But there is more work to do, always more do to.
And so it is just not time. Not for this.
With breakfast tea in hand, discover this quote, posted by the dear Mrs. Marit:
LOVE: when your energetic heart expands out of your body so far it explodes joy and color all over the world around you in such a way that all your beauty is reflected back at you. then your spirit says ‘Ahhh… that’s the purpose.’*
And so it goes, a cross town train and latitudes, into laughter and forgetting.
Regard all dharmas as dreams. Flip a card. Abandon all hope of fruition. Shuffle. Be grateful to everyone. Shuffle. Begin the sequence of sending and taking with yourself.
(*from a Mountain Sage Medicine postcard picked up at Mother’s Market Pace in Hood River, OR)
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