An incomplete list of the things I am speaking of when I say thank you:Solitude. The sweet and sharp slice of ecstasy. Teeth on bone. Roar of ocean. The soft space and those that hold it. Silver of space just before the fall, when surrender is inevitable but not yet...
Some mornings, the world is so breathtakingly beautiful you can’t help but ache. Some mornings, the world is so breathtakingly painful that you can’t help but ache. Some days those aches collide, right in the centre of your chest, and you live suspended in...
Blessed be this worthy sadness. Blessed be this knowing love. Blessed be the finding home. Blessed be the kitchen slow dance. Blessed be the magical sunset. Blessed be the strong arms. Blessed be the true north. Blessed be the unmet hope. Blessed be the unwavering...
The greatest and most transformative grace has always been delivered by the most broken-open spaces. Be grateful for the broken and for the tears and for the grace that sustains. It is because of all of this that you are as you are.
To live this life. To live it with wholeness and gratitude and trust. In the pain and the glory. In the mess and the grace. In the sacred and the desperation. This is the stuff of which real superheroes are born.
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