I took a week away unplanned because I was spent from tugging some story into words
and then I lost my faithful little sidekick, Lucy, and I needed to hold some quiet
around me soft while my heart sat with it all for awhile.
In all of my remembering, I met again the word that found me at the new year.
I’d danced with several.
The one that wanted to come home with me was so bold and sure of itself
that I could only smile and take it’s hand
And so began a year of leaning in to be brave enough
to learn to live from the all of me.
With all of my heart.
Even when I feel the hiss that I’m too loud, too expressive, too ebullient,
Be the all of me, anyway.
For all of my life.
Give it my all.
All day long.
Leave it all on the table.
Lucy lived this little word in a big way
and we loved her for it.
And so I welcome again the gifts in the grieving,
both the side that hurts hard
and the side that celebrates the beauty and wonder
and laughter that she gives us still
where we hold her in our stories.
Life is a bounty
and I want to live it all.
I’ll be back next week with a fresh batch of words
strung together just for you.
Wishing you all the joy your heart can possibly hold, friend.
And a couple of measures more.
A cup-runneth-over type situation:)
“Hope knows that pain does not get the last word.”
– I’m not sure who said this
but I like it. A lot.
I’m giving away a package that I’ve added to my quiet little etsy store
– a soul spa, of sorts. It’s given me such joy to make and write and send these out
that i want to offer them up to anyone who wants.
I’m plumping them up and letting them sing a little louder now:)
Leave a comment and I’ll draw a name next weekend.
With much love.