Offer your words. Offer your truth. Offer your beauty. Offer your raw ache and your tender heart and your wild howl. Offer you. Just as you are. I promise someone is listening. I promise it makes a difference. I promise, little by little the path will appear. Even if...
Did you knowthat I once fell into a lovethat rocked the whole damn world?Or maybe, as I said before,it would be more accurate to saythat the whole damn world fell into mebecause I loved.And if you believe in the truth of that,and I swear that it is so,then let me tell...
Trust in your stories. Learn to hear their wisdom. Feel the energy of the words. Know when it is time to lay the book down and pick up another. Choose one with fresh pages and not a single word written. One with space to grow a new story. A new understanding. Write...
There are entire lives tucked between the lines you will read on here today. Ordinary and extraordinary and rare and mundane. Joy and grief and the all and everything of the in between. Entire worlds pulsing with life, recorded by someone who is called to make meaning...
i. In the new version of my new story, the actor cast in the role of my heart will no longer be asked to play arsonist to crumbled ruins in order to collect on the insurance policy of all she risked in the name of love.ii. She will also no longer feel the need to...
Create a new narrative. Interrupt the pattern. Take back the pen. Reclaim ownership of the story. You—and only you—get to decide how the next chapter is written. Write it all down. The mistakes and the blessings and the places you cracked in two. Write the prayers and...
One way I have come to understand the definition of healing: I become less enamored with the story I so badly wanted to write, and I make peace with– fall headlong into—the one I’m actually living.
This story is always yours for the telling. This has always been yours. You can expand to fill it all or take up the smallest corner. You can write in invisible ink. You can tell your story in red wine stains and spilled ink and bite marks. You can only write in...
Write them all down. The mistakes and the blessings and the places you cracked in two. Write the prayers and the tantrums. The sacred and the profane. The open roads and the closed doors. Nothing is permanent.
You alone own your story. Do not let another tell it, and if you find yourself in the company of one determined to rewrite your words or own your narrative, fight like hell until you hold it again. There is little in life that is solely ours. Your story is one of...
