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.”