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.
We are not broken. We are not wrong, and if we are frightened, then perhaps we're at yet another crossroads. The right crossroads. I can't tell you which direction to take--true north is individual. If following your heart is difficult (believe me--I understand), then follow your curiosity. It cannot and will not steer you wrong. It… Continue reading Part of the design.
Aren't we sick of fear yet? I mean really sick of it? Aren't we low-down tired of it enough to stand up and rebel? (Rebel! My favorite word.) Aren't we by now, collectively, individually, fierce enough, sick enough of our own inner monologue of excuses, to sink a steel-toed boot into fear's soft underbelly and… Continue reading The courage to challenge.
You're allowed to take your time. You're allowed to change direction. You're allowed to change your mind. You're allowed to be wrong, and you're allowed to acknowledge, with grace, that you did the best you could with what you had, what you knew, at the time. Grace. It's a concept so foreign to us, especially… Continue reading Your exceptional soul.
We're trained (led?) to believe that home is a definable place on a map. I know. I've been led on this geographical goose chase all my life, and here I am, spiritually homeless, as it were. But at long last, the journey has taught me that I cannot base myself in place, or not solely… Continue reading Geography-dependent.
Amy Holt 