as it burns away, i come to the simplest of being. i just want to tell the truth. i want to be kind, loving, present–to myself and to others. i want honesty and humor, transparency and grace. and if there were other words to say this, i would stop the repetition.
there are the obstacles of self-awareness and perceived misperceptions that inhibit and transgress, a serotonin shortage and the unfortunate consequence of having an ego– at once striving and reconciling the knowing of god with so much fear.
but then i look at my children. how they recover and thrive. at the sun rising each morning as i sit on the cold tile front step, taking inventory of the absurd abundance of beauty that surrounds me. i take pictures all day long of the details–the peacock feather, the shell, the arched blue front door that is mine. i make physical contact with another’s skin, heat and life, tender and real. i see and feel the vulnerable and the lost, and i know that i wouldn’t choose any other life than this one.
the one where i am gifted daily with the time to choose. to nurture, to reveal, to forgive. the one with gratitude and no apology. and the scent of jasmine in the air.
May all that is unforgiven in you
May your fears yield
Their deepest tranquilities.
May all that is unlived in you
Blossom into a future
Graced with love.
photos: the week in iphone