I noticed you there and felt it to pass you this note.
If it fits, feel free to wear it; if not, toss and hear how beautiful I think you are:)
You know that little breath you hold?
The one you kind of save back for when you’ll finally feel permission
to relax into your place
at the big table.
That breath you suck in tense
until the someday when you’ll actually be enough
where you’re still feeling rather less than.
Can I whisper into that place?
There is something quietly and genuinely significant about you
There’d be a sad, dark hole in this living canvas
You’re a custom fit,
particular and priceless by design.
Walk outside and look up at the stars tonight;
listen how they shine,
winking and nodding and noticing you back,
the whole inky blackness of the vast night sky rolled out in welcome
for, yes, that would be you,
the universe extended generous to affirm you
just exactly where and how
each of the beats of your beautiful heart
prized by the lover of all wild things.
What if you let this love name your value
and let that breath go.
Stand beneath the great wide sky, all small and mighty and cherished,
and breathe all the way down,
past the dregs of your fear,
and embrace it, your fit and flow.
I totally dare you:)
I’ll be sending a little love bomb to Robin of Gotham Girl this week.
Another care package in the drawing for this week.
With big joy:)
(This is an older write; I’ve re-worked it and am putting it on the menu again
with some freshly sweetened hope. Let me know if it speaks)