You were supposed to love me as I was…
but you were the source of my
With Valentine’s Day coming up next week, I’ve been thinking a lot about heartache and how physical a pain it can be. Whether it’s a breakup, parting ways with a friend, or the loss of a loved one, the energy of the heart is so powerful that when it’s broken, it truly feels like it and you are pieces.
There was something magnificent to me in the boldness of this bravely winged, but blackened heart that so many things of life had been nailed to — it’d been pierced by life itself.
For anyone who struggles with others’ perceptions in choosing a somewhat “unconventional” life path or being an “unconventional” person.
The Echium candicans, once vibrant and ultraviolet in spring, are now burned black by the hot sun at the start of summer…. they make me think about letting go of what is dead and dying… the natural falling away of things.
Forgiveness is not a magic wand that you wave and make the hard feelings go away. It’s a process, and some days it comes and goes.
For far too long in my life, my SELF has felt suppressed, minimized, belittled, ignored, unacknowledged, unloved, unseen.
“She doesn’t know that she is part of creating something everywhere she goes. Just her presence and her participation in this room is a life-giving force.”