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.
YOU'RE BLOGGING AGAIN.
ReplyDeleteThis is good. Writing that book yet?
This is good. :)
DeleteThat book... promise to ask me again in July?
PS: I have missed your words in my Feedly. Almost everyone else is boring me.
ReplyDeleteI 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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