The ability to be messy, to be soft, to be sensitive, to be vulnerable and to be broken wide open, even — and to still feel that white hot core of strength that lives and breathes inside you. I’ve never been interested in being tough. My strength IS my...
If you have a heart like mine, go easy. If your skin feels too thin & your bones eternally bend into the break. Sometimes it’s all you can do to hold your being steady against all the feeling. Like a ticking bomb heading for imminent explosion. Which wire to cut...
I see you, flawed and humble and road weary and proud and still in spite of the deep ache, somehow sure you’ve done all you can. I see all you feel but cannot speak. I see the way the words grow and swell, expanding your chest and pressing against the confines in your...
It’s scary. This love thing. The sweet vulnerability of extension. The naked of ‘here I am’. The tentative reaching of outstretched arms. The wide open of hope… Teach me how to be loved. Let me show you how to love me well. School me in the workings of your heart, in...
hold still. stay there. tease back the layers. you are in the space between your comfort zone and infinity. you want to hide. not be seen. not be open. not be vulnerable. but you have to. there are two ways to do this – soft and gentle or fast and hard. both...
yes, I have feelings and no, I’m not afraid of them not even the shadowy ones that you’d rather ignorei gather them inwelcome them home give them space to breathe and light them on glorious fire just to see what might be illuminated while they burn
