And then it came time to crack through my own bullshit, the procrastination, the inner crusher, the judge and the self limiting beliefs that I inherited through a line of blood that had to play safe to live and be loved.
Love comes wearing many guises. Not all of them are pretty. In fact, many of them are not. Because love is forever calling out to us, “Can you see me? Are you willing to know me when I am disheveled and unkempt?
And then, when you’re ready, you can stretch your shaky legs, stand up, dust yourself off, raise your hands open, toss your head back to the heavens and say ‘Here I am. All that I am, and all that I will be.”
We cannot have the full experience, or see the entire picture, unless we are all accounted for. To put it plainly, we are all part of the same whole. No puzzle piece is better than another. No piece holds more worth. We are all vital.
I still do not know how this part of my own story unfolds. Whether I will be mother to children that I bear myself seems small in comparison to the realization that at a time when the world seems so fractured.