this is the year of healing me, and of holding myself with warmth, like a daughter returning home.
i learned from my family that i can, and should, be peace. i felt responsible to keep the boat from rocking. chaos, rage or any deep emotion hurts and needs to be contained.
i no longer choose to live that learning.
i see differently. the fire and chaos of the volcano birth a new mountain. i lean in, without aversion and without grasping. i allow, and use, the generativity of what i feel
this year i hold and heal me. in community with those i love, and with those i don’t like so much as well. together in healing and the slow quiet growth that comes in its season.
