Breathe deep from the brave to just be……

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Life is noisy right now.
I’ve got a rumble in my belly for quiet,
for shelter from the grating hurry
that seems to crackle like electricity all around.

I feel it in the air,  the shove to go faster,  to outrun the clamor
to shut out the buzz with my own frantic go.
But I’m defying it inside where I remember that I get to choose,
to dig in my heels against the push.
This feels like life to the bones and breath of me.

Yes,  I do have time to slow this train on down.
To pick up feathers and leaves and words and stones
and notice what they might want to say.
No,  it’s not irresponsible.  These are the days I’ve been given.
These moments are free and mine to gather.

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It’s brave to rest inside while the noise rattles on,
to taste and see and savor the mystery,
to press through the amnesia that settles over like a fog
and remember that we’re co-creators with a God
who likes to do the heavy lifting.
To find the partnership delicious.

When I pull up feeling empty and discouraged,
I often discover in the still small voice
that my ego has been driving.
Exhausting taskmaster,  that one.

I can break up again with the offender
and get back to the business of wonder,  breath and being,
to living out this life of one who tumbles and leaps and feels it all deep
in this dizzying, glorious wild.
~ To not draw back from the not knowing how.

To breathe deep from the brave
to just be.

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“All I know is there’s nothing better than that wide-open,  opinion-busting,
all-things-are-possible,  everything’s-OK feeling of prayer.”
– Elizabeth Lesser

Sending this out to all your tired places
with a bold dare to slow down and find rest:)

that breath we hold…..

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That breath you’re holding,
the one you’re saving back until
you feel permission
to relax into your place
at the universe’s table,

that breath you suck in tense until the someday when you’ll feel like you’re enough,
where you’re still feeling less than
….can I pass you a note
to that suspended space?

There is something quietly and genuinely significant about you
already.
There’d be a sad, dark hole in this beautiful living canvas
without you.
You’re a fascinating,  custom fit,
particular and priceless by design.

Go look up at the stars tonight,
and see how they shine,
winking and nodding and noticing you back,
the whole inky blackness of the vast night sky
a mat rolled out in welcome
to,  yes,  that would be you.

the universe extended gentle and generous
to affirm you just exactly where and how
you are,
each of your feelings mattering,
each your needs worth meeting,
each of the beats of your beautiful heart
highly prized by the Lover of all wild things

What if you let that exhorbitant Love name your value
and let that breath go.
Stand under the great wide sky all small and mighty and cherished
and breathe all the way down past the dregs of that fear
and embrace it,  your fit and flow

I totally dare you.

 “Much of our anxiety and fearfulness stems,  I believe,
from constantly telling ourselves that we’re just not up to facing the world
and all its situations.
Nathaniel Branden calls this “a nameless sense of being unfit for reality.
I’m here to say we’re fit for reality.
Relax.
Wherever we need to go and whatever we need to do,
we are appropriate for that situation.
We will do just fine.  Relax.”
-Melody Beattie

(thanks for coming around to join me on this little journey
whenever you like
each day this August,
I’m finding some deeper air,  resting me free)