When things fall apart

When things fall apart…

Breathe through sorrow. An ache I ran from, a pain so deep. 

Dig deeper, what’s in your soul? What do you like? 

I like when I feel whole. I like to sit beneath the trees, i like to hear what they share. I like to know my roots, I like to feel the beginning of that one song titled “church bells” by Minna. I like to feel light gentle finger upon my skin tracing circles and stars and spirals. Dancing hands I like to laugh at silly videos, I like to hear the snow crunch beneath my feet. I like when things all make sense. I like when it’s clear, when it’s of the heart, when it’s of the earth, when it’s of my human self, my galactic self. I like when I feel free, when the wind brushes through my hair. I like when pain transforms into art, and we do it over and over and over again. I like when my boundaries stay strong and I am supported in a grove of cedar trees. I like when my mind and my heart opens and things rearrange, I like when my tears fall freely, I like how joy comes home to me. I like when I enjoy a moment, a smoke without regret, I like when I laugh without thinking. 

I like a life in balance that’s so full to the brim, rich in experience, in play, in possibility. I like when I let myself feel, I like when intuition is trusted, when my dreams show me what I need to know. I like when the earth holds me, when emotions move their path through me with so much ease, and I come back to center. I like my life of embodiment. I like my slow gentle peaceful  and free life. I like my loud and celebratory and wild life. I like my life that honors, that listens deep, that moves with incredible presence and intention. I like my life of living, breathing being. And too, I like my life full of abilities to move and transmute and feel the pain, to understand suffering, to be one with all that is in any given moment and know love unconditional. A vessel torn open, the divine fills my soul. Poison, pain, joy or light, I am love.

I breathe through sorrow, an ache I no longer run from, a pain so deep to match the joy I spark within every step. Kick up the dust of a dessert or walk across the ices of a frozen tundra. I know love wherever I am. For I am love, and wherever I am love is. Wherever you are love is, wherever we are, love exists. Love thrives. Love grows. Irises bloom through the snow, an angler fish that’s guided by the stars. And a heart that remains in all that is. All that is, I remain. In all that is. 

Love, always love.