this past year felt quiet.
or, probably more accurately, i felt quiet.
as if too much noise, too many on-goings could create some sort of tipping,
and a job to keep all boats afloat was created through simply holding silent, sacred space.
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i’ve spent a lot of time immersed in one of my favorite outdoor spots.
praying.
planning.
processing.
here in this place, surrounded so wholly by spirit, the world likes to drop sweet messages into my open lap.
it likes to assure me that, even amidst the messiness,
there is so much goodness in this world…
inviting us to breathe with it.
to move with it.
to let it be a bigger and better part of this story.
it consistently reminds me to stay patient,
to stay trusting,
to live unafraid.
and it often places me within the warmth of two words:
love and truth.
with these two, i always want to be stepping further, digging deeper.
with these two, i want to share in both the lightness and the murkiness with transparent resoluteness.
i want to be so open and present with each that i cannot form words around our closeness.
because they’re good teachers.
because they’re great friends.
because they pave clear paths to bigger joy.
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love.
feeling into the space of unconditional care, encouragement and kindness with each being we cross paths with.
allowing the lines of our connection to surface as unmistakably evident.
unabashedly turning toward and tuning in to those we enjoy.
being gentle and present with our own selves.
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truth.
stripping off the layers that are holding us back or feeling heavy.
allowing realness to step up, to step out…to step in.
creating lives that we feel genuinely excited to interact with each day.
granting wellness—however it authentically comes our way.
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my wish for all of us
for the year ahead, yes, but larger—
for the life ahead—
for the forever ahead—
love.
truth.