Beauty from ashes.

so,

your heart is broken,

and

pain has

leached the sunlight

from your bones.

tell me,

what will you do

with this extraordinary gift?

—beauty from ashes.

Purge.

…and i lost

the weight.

beautifully battle weary;

wearing hunger as my badge.

eviscerating my soul.

peeling back my skin,

layer by layer.

just to fit in.

…and i gained

the weight.

becoming fat with

failure.

and yet,

my breath did not end.

—purge.

Pour grace over yourself.

if the child

deep within

your skin

is weeping,

sit with her

in sorrow.

rub kindness into

her wounds.

sing love

over her fears.

this,

is how you will

both

heal.

—pour grace over yourself.

When you have changed.

And you will have to fight,

hard,

for them to hear you.

And though they might

have walked through

your life

as a friend does,

they will need proof

of this (new) change.

This metamorphosis unauthorised

by their hand.

And

it

will

hurt.

All change does.

But,

take heart.

You have grown,

roots have strengthened;

searching

for more to

nourish

this new hunger in your soul.

Leaves have withered,

in places,

yellowed,

and dying;

making room for more

growth,

that they will find

uncomfortable

to sit beneath.

At once, preferring the

sparseness

of

you,

before.

Not this new verdant

canopy that

obscures

their view

of

you,

now.

Your rawness

will

frighten them;

disturb

their sense of

right,

and,

you will be wrong.

And so,

fight,

if you must,

to prove

the worth of your

new birth;

but know

there are others,

many,  many

others,

and they will come

and linger in

your shade

and

there,

where others found nothing

of worth,

they

will find

shelter and rest.

—When you have changed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love needs good soil.

every now and then,

walk through

your heart;

pick out the rocks

and weeds

that have

found their way in.

love needs

good soil.

—love needs good soil.

Break the chains.

every woman

who heals

herself,

heals her

children’s

children.

—Break the chains.

The magic of enthusiasm.

This morning I was awakened by my little boy running into the bedroom, shouting, “It’s today! It’s today! Yay! It’s today!”

And just what do you think, might elicit such great excitement on a Saturday morning?

Swimming.

Every Saturday morning he has his swimming lesson and he loves it with an extraordinary enthusiasm that never tires. Every week’s swimming session is anticipated with the same infectious joy, and it’s a sheer delight to observe, and be a part of—even the bright, cheerful and very loud wake-up call is a treasure.

It reminded me how important enthusiasm is. It’s an infectious energy that rubs off on everybody and it is so life-giving.

But, what if there is nothing in your life to be enthusiastic about?

Please—spend some time thinking about the things that used to bring you joy and that used to get you all excited about living.

Find that thing.

And go and do it!

Do it until your heart buzzes with joy and then go find some more!