For some reason, helplessness and hopelessness have been ingrained into our code, and so blinded are we by the way things are/have been/should be that we've ceased asking, is this what I want? And who the hell stripped us of our ability to advocate, to fight, for ourselves? How (when??) did we become so accepting?… Continue reading Reclaim your power.
You know what? Just let it go. You deserve the thing, you know. You deserve it and all you have to do is ask. Just ask. Hope over faith and with enough hope, faith follows.
As much as we hate to admit it, most of us are romantics. It conflicts with our idealism, but we can't help it. Because you know what, petals? Despite the unprecedented weight of the world, the reality of its harshness and its seeming disregard for the inherent loveliness of life, there is so much beauty, still and always.… Continue reading Such generosity.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
Amy Holt 