Oh, Petals. You're entitled to feel all of it, and you're invited not to run. I'm not saying it's easy, and I'm definitely not saying it's fun. But this has been, at the risk of massive understatement, an insanely challenging year. And I suspect coming out of it is going to hold its own challenges,… Continue reading An invitation.
I love the word, "scour." I love the rough, clean feel of it. Because when I think of the constant litany of doubt/fear/doubt/fear/regret/doubt/fear offered up by my brain, that's what I want--a complete cleanse. An exfoliation. And all it takes to be effective is an invitation--an open invitation for the wind to blow away lingering fear… Continue reading An open invitation.