Lately, I've been injecting a lot of love into my life.
It hasn't been easy, in fact, it's been intense, and sometimes unexpected. Messy in ways I couldn't have even imagined. Things fall apart, so you can mend your life back together again. Grasp your intentions and bring them in toward your heart's-center.
Put love in someone's hands and tell them to taste it.
Give it one more chance.
When things get too intimate, too close for what we feel we deserve, we retract. Falling into ourselves, reducing our power by shying away from the light. I've
tried every day, to stay close to whatever it is that fules me. Like writing until daybreak,
sitting at my desk, dimming all the lights, and feeling inspired for the first time in far too long. Spending my Friday night making hot sauce and tiny renovations around my tiny home. Realizing that somewhere between this city's shuffle and sometimes it's lies is a place I can call my own.
Home and heart, connected.
What good would we become, if we were to always turn cold-shoulder to ourselves and the lives we're meant to be living.
You've got the light. Where'd your love go?