Thank you for the questions that lurk underneath.
Thank you for the answers that rise to the surface in their own time.
Thank you for the break of retrieving other people’s experiences, so I can fully live mine.
Thank you for the support that makes standing upright possible.
Thank you for the time to circle back; closer and closer to myself.
Thank you for the quilting of this blanket of compassion, sewn together artfully + consciously. Let me return to this cover when I roam far away.
When my heart feels like it is yearning to sing : please sing.
When I feel my body aching to dance : I beg you to dance.
When I desperately look beyond myself to somewhere else I’d prefer to be, to someone else I’d like to be. Help me to remember : I am exactly where I need to be.
Often the messier the better.
For through that muck, through the constant grinding, is where the lotus emerges, is where the diamond comes to get it’s shine.