Into the wild…

As winter turns to spring, I’m feeling the tug of a changing tide in my own life as well. This much change is unnerving; I’m grateful for tender reminders to let Love’s eyes meet mine. My heart settles into an easy rhythm as I return to this sunny stone wall that guards me from cold winds, resting back into it’s warm, supportive strength. Again, His gentleness breaks me…all of my air is because of this. Maybe this is the plan….me standing under a shower of love burning wildly over me, raining down white hot sparks melting holes through the masks I’ve worn until there is just me…..no additives or fillers or pretty packaging. Just me, broken down to the simplest form. Organic. Raw. Real. Loved.

I’m still sweaty and disheveled with the struggle. But I’ve found my resting place; I’m parking here. This is home.