May 6, 2016

Values


They're written on a pink post-it note on my bedroom mirror. Only three of them so far, hard earned already – I'm turning right, they're steering left, bringing me to my knees, I have to show up for myself as myself, again and again and again -- hard earned. And yet, when I live them, with integrity, despite fear paving the way, they hold me, calmly, sweetly, gently, giving me back to myself.



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  1. YOU'RE BLOGGING AGAIN.
    This is good. Writing that book yet?

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    1. This is good. :)

      That book... promise to ask me again in July?

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  2. PS: I have missed your words in my Feedly. Almost everyone else is boring me.

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    1. I am The Worst at commenting on your blog, so I'm gonna use this spot as an opportunity to say: The old farm house your grandmother accidentally purchased and your parents are working on is a dream-come-true for me. From the accidental purchase to the work on the house -- so cool! I really want some of the magic your grandmother seems to conjure up in her life.

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