Grace finally comes. Not in a peaceful, quiet hush. But in the arms of panic attacks and the inability to pretend to have it together for one more fucking second. Who knew grace would show up like that?
Figure out what specific thing that’s killing the planet is killing you, and move towards that. Or, you know, if it’s alcoholism or homelessness or not just something environmental. Get involved in a cause that connects you to others…
The antidote to the poison of spirit-centeredness is the tireless validation of your beauteous body, raw sexuality, sacred work, and changeable identity however you conceive it to be right now, in this moment.
I reflected on my own frustration and recognised a trait he and I both shared. The feeling of not “earning love if you don’t try hard.” And the part of me that over functioned in all of my relationships for my entire life. That part was just tired out.