Find yourself (again).

strip

yourself

bare.

so that you

can find

the place where

the wild flowers

grow.

—find yourself (again).

The sacred no.

No.

We are so afraid to say it.

We fear rejection, anger, disappointment, criticism and a host of negative responses, but what we should really fear is the slow erosion of self when we don’t honour our own boundaries.

No, is a sacred word.

Honour it.

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.

Honour yourself. Unlearn who you are not.

when you find

the ancient song

in your bones,

but you were only taught

to speak

in thunder.

you

must

unlearn

this.

sing,

or you will

slowly die,

every

day

of your life.

—honour yourself. be true to yourself. unlearn who you are not.

When relationships no longer nurture.

you cannot

force

someone

to feast at

your table.

— let them go.

I have become so desirous of quality relationships.

Of celebrating and being celebrated.

Of being seen, and heard—not just tolerated.

Not just being in someone’s life—online, or real life—just because of a tenuous connection.

There is a time for everything—including walking away from relationships that no longer show life, or nurturing.

This is my heart right now.