Dear 2023,
Last year I asked on my knees for one more trip around the sun and I’ve emerged as if I’ve spent the year laying in clover, arms open to the sky
and while I laid there in stillness, all that I needed found me.
All that I needed came and laid down beside me and all that I needed stayed with me while I started over
wiser and braver and with more softness
More “let’s sleep a little longer” more “you don’t have to do that if you don’t want to”
Less harshness, more softness.
Dear 2023,
Teach me nothing is permanent.
Teach me to rise each morning with the pure fascination of the way my breath sounds and how my body feels and who I am that day- teach me to sit with her and stare into her eyes and ask her “what do you need?”
Teach me to hold others how they need to be held, not how I want to hold them. To treat them as newborns, tender and with gratitude. Let me hold myself the same way.
Let me speak all that is in my heart
Let me stare at my darkness and invite her in for tea, ask her what she’s afraid of.
Dear 2023
Engulf me in new beginnings and the gift of stepping into the arms of others and trusting there is good inside them too
I have tended to the garden inside of me and this year I will sit in the shade of all that I have grown, wild and free.
Jan 8, 2023
Jan 8, 2023 at 12:43 PM UTC
We are not taught
not everyone is going to want to go on the journey with you,
and there is grief in that
the melancholy that comes with wishing you could bring everyone that matters along on the road to becoming
Of loving ourselves fiercely
Being wild and kind
Sharing the simplicity in silence and marvelling at the resilience of our hearts, of what we’re living for
Not everyone can see so far
But you can
and you will leave prints in the earth for those who are wondering “can I follow too?”
Oct 27, 2022
Oct 27, 2022 at 5:34 AM UTC
Outside of the confines of who we are told to be
Who will we dare to become?
Oct 3, 2022
Oct 3, 2022 at 2:09 PM UTC
Show me choosing the choice that leads me back to my heart
Show me moulting my skin every single spring every time I wash my hair because we are beings made of water and water, by nature, is in motion
No wonder I am most alive when my heart is pounding my soul stretching lungs full of sea air
Show me the beauty of living a thousand lives in one breath
Show me we are made for this life
Jun 11, 2022
Jun 11, 2022 at 12:36 PM UTC
It is nights like this
When we recite in meticulous detail a moment in time when our minds were intertwined, exactly 4745 days ago…
my heart says it was yesterday
Because what is time, really, to a heart?
My bones whisper to me that in a parallel universe
it is us who grow old together
Attached at the hip while we stare at the stars
Holding joy in our hands
Apr 4, 2022
Apr 4, 2022 at 8:40 PM UTC
I am learning that slow is good
Slow is growing
You do not have to run to reach the sky
The sky will come to you when you are ready
The trees know this
The rain too
Rivers and their curves aren’t created in an afternoon
Breathe slow ache slow fall in love slowly and with purpose for this is
how you hold
time in your hands
Mar 24, 2022
Mar 24, 2022 at 9:10 PM UTC
I am learning
I am magic
I am a force to be reckoned
I am the reckoning
I am free I am running wild like fire I am fire
I am heartache and yearning held together by bravery
I am brighter than my darkness
I am light I am light
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 4:12 PM UTC
We are gathered here today for the part of me who repeats over and over “not good enough”
Today is the day I burn the part that thinks it’s only worth doing if it’s perfect
It’s only worth saying if it gets praise it’s only worth living if it’s achieving
Today is the day this version of me dies
And isn’t it beautiful
Isn’t it heartbreaking
The seeds I grew inside myself, some of them rotten
What a gift
what a tragedy
Today is the funeral.
Today I rise.
Jan 14, 2022
Jan 14, 2022 at 9:12 PM UTC
Dear 2022,
I have arrived
bare and alive
flawed and unruly
wrapped in lavender
Last year I held joy in my palms
washed my face in it
Last year I showered in eucalyptus
I let my hair grow past my hips
Painted my toes with honey to show the bees they’re welcome here
Last year I began by asking for kindness and comfort and love and I learned I didn’t need to ask the sky
I can create all these things for myself
I can plant them and nurture them
I can nurture me and love me and pour sunshine over me
So 2022
Here I am
Stepping into you
Ready to be planted
I am here with open arms
Asking for nothing
Except for one more trip around the sun
Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 8:06 PM UTC
(To your inner child)
Tell her she needn’t weather the storm on her own this time
Wrap her in lavender and sing to her and dress her in courage. Tell her she is as powerful as her wildest dreams.
Let her rest in your arms,
Watch the sunrise together.
Accompany her grief, comb the knots out of her hair
Let her run barefoot in the dirt with no consequence
Write her love letters, mail the ones she wrote for those who were incapable of receiving
Burn the ones where she blamed herself.
“Too much too wild too selfish too human too challenging too loud too loving too anguished”
Burn it all, let her hold the match so she understands she is the master of her fate.
Hold her tiny hand in yours until she dissipates
Absorbed into the roots of your inner garden;
She is owed a place there, but she will no longer overshadow the other wildflowers.
Jan 2, 2022
Jan 2, 2022 at 7:03 PM UTC