If peace is possible only through an endless willingness to forgive each other, then love must necessitate the widest view, the deepest breath, and the most inclusive definition of grace possible.
Author: amycurtisholt
Walk on.
Oh, petals, I know how tired you are. I hear you and I know and I echo it back. Does it resonate when I say we're here together? I don't know. I don't know if it does anymore, but it should, because we are. There is strength here yet to find--I promise. It's cyclical and… Continue reading Walk on.
You will realize wonders.
It may be a new year, but it's just another day. It is not the year that gives you power, but that you're awake for the sunrise, the sunset, the moonrise and set, or any change of light in-between. You choose your hours, but in there somewhere will be a moment. A moment so perfect--to you--that… Continue reading You will realize wonders.
Lessons meant to be learned.
Because anything else results in sleepless nights. Because anything else results in crying on the floor of your car on your lunch break. Because anything else forces your breath to hitch somewhere between heart and throat, suffocating you until throwing a mattress in the back of your truck, cashing out, and heading for the hills is… Continue reading Lessons meant to be learned.
Fierce gladness.
I don't know that we can move through this world without wonder--food, shelter, love, and wonder. It feeds us and keeps us moving, keeps us rising and setting with the sun, that tiny possibility that we will remember, tomorrow, to be surprised by joy. That tiny possibility that wonder will stick, that our first thoughts… Continue reading Fierce gladness.
Compartmentalize
I know how hard it is, so often, to go about a "normal" day when everything else is churning. How to have a conversation? How to show up when you have to? Sometimes there's a choice, but so often there isn't. Even those of us gifted with the ability to compartmentalize have days when it's just too much.… Continue reading Compartmentalize
Your capacity.
As often as it's exhilarating, change can be distending. It pushes and pulls us into discomfort, but hear this: we are malleable. We are malleable and we are ready. We will no longer flinch from the unknown, but stand in our grace and our light, ready, and all the more powerful for that willingness. We are… Continue reading Your capacity.
Your permission.
I know I've been absent for a few weeks, and I can't tell you how my heart celebrates being part of a community that welcomes you back, no matter how long (or short) the absence. We are family here, and that welcome goes both ways. This is a space of motivation, whether to build up… Continue reading Your permission.
At the borders.
We all have borders. Boundaries. Some of us can't see them for the horizon, and while embracing and expansive, those with such openness sometimes need to be reminded of where the rest of us reside. There is nothing wrong with reinforcing your boundaries. You are not required to carve open doorways, no matter who's knocking.… Continue reading At the borders.
Under your own conditions.
I have to thank you guys--I can't tell you how wonderful it is to have this community to turn to. Through our experiences, our education (life or otherwise), our family dynamics, we each hold a piece of this gigantic puzzle. And when we come together, we learn about ourselves and we teach each other. This… Continue reading Under your own conditions.
Amy Holt 