a year of healing — me

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.