I was wearied from waiting for you to come around. And tired... of allowing what you said to control the course of my days, my weeks, my months and years.
And it’s in this ever unfolding cycle of expression and inspiration that you feel fully connected to your own mind, body and spirit. Only as you breathe both in and out can you be truly alive.
We feel where that old way of being still lives inside of us. We see it in the atrocities playing out in our world. This is not being illuminated and highlighted for us right now to create shame and guilt, or to overwhelm and demoralize us. We are being shown it because we are being gifted with ...
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When I started prioritizing writing -- getting up earlier so I could write before the kids woke up, saying No to morning coffee invitations, and resisting the call of all the little countless other things that begged for my attention -- I finally found the space and commitment to write regularly.
When I looked at people who were still in love with their artwork and their creative expression, I saw that they gave it a certain space to truly expand and evolve. They treated it with the reverence it deserved, and because of that, they stayed utterly enthralled with their work.
You cannot change anyone. You cannot have compassion for violent people unless you fully accept yourself. Before you can deal with anyone else without facade and masks, you must understand that the enemy is within.