Feeling liberated by my imperfections
Feeling freed by my ability to fuck up
Feeling humbled by how much I’ll get wrong
Change is dirty
Death is messy
Birth is bloody
Intelligence flows through these processes
An intelligence that can’t be controlled
~A true mystery in the mess~
That mystery screams,
‘Enough pretending you know more than me!’
& sits me down until I remember…
Strength grows from standing fully bare in the shit piles of our own making
& the courage that is waiting to emerge
Comes from dancing in the mess
This winter is teaching me deep lessons.
I am thankful for the wisdom of each season.
~Wondering what spring will bring~
Sending deep love to you!
xx, Lisa Marie
Dayam! You are more beautiful than ever. Your sapphire eyes hold so much life!