We’re so often oversold on grand expressions of romantic love.
As if the only kind of true love that exists
is defined by shiny engagement rings
picture perfect smiles and interactions
dreamy sweep-you-off-your-feet expressions of emotion and
But what about the subtle expressions of love?
What about the fact that love takes many forms
and that sometimes
it’s perfect simply because of its imperfection.
What about the fact that love is patient.
Patient enough to weather the storms
that inevitably come and go over time –
defined by moments of loss
and occasionally not-so-loving feelings.
And what about the feeling of finding your way home to love
when you think you’ve lost yourself
in the mundane
and the routine –
only to find yourself again in the eyes of someone who loves you despite it all?
But real life doesn’t sell well does it?
It’s not shiny and new forever
the novelty wears off
and we have to remind ourselves
that while they may not be perfect
our real versions of love
are perfect enough for us.
Do things need to be difficult to be worth it?
Do we have to claim our greatest achievements by their corresponding weight and struggle?
Do blood, sweat, and tears have to be the elements by which we define the importance of our actions?
And does pain have to equal gain?
What ever happened to ease?
To focusing on the moments, people, places, and things that make us feel connected, inspired, and whole?
What happened to flow?
To working, living, and breathing in spaces where we feel in sync, settled, understood, seen, and heard?
To finding gratitude for the souls who get us and support our movement in this world?
What happened to being real and not competing with each other about who’s busier, more tired, most drained and most anxious?
Gratitude for the good that falls into our laps without us having to control things.
Cheers to the people who find their way into our lives to lift us up and drag us out of routine, the hustle, and the grind.
Knowing that the more we appreciate the good, simplicity, and a natural unfolding of events – we invite more of the same. The more we grow. The more we settle into a solid sense of self and a sense of calm that can only lead to more ease. Oh. And more love.
xoxo Happy New Moon.
Sadness breezed in the other day.
In the muddle of the morning hours
she hindered my otherwise tranquil routine
by listlessly dumping the contents of her baggage
on my living room floor.
Knowing that ignoring her
would only mean
that she’d return another time
I offered her a seat as
she languidly took me on a journey through the past –
of moments lost
of unrealized possibilities.
And when the dark felt too deep
the chasm between myself and reality – too vast
I asked her to pack up her things and leave.
As she sulked away
I knew she would be back
and so I let her go with love.
Anger showed up on my doorstep
He parked his car
haphazardly in my shared driveway
with no regard for the neighbours
and proceeded to follow me persistently up the stairs.
As we made our way to the landing
he stood resolute
while fear cowered quietly in his shadow.
One hardly traveled without the other, I noticed.
Each made stronger through their bond.
And when I knew our conversation
was leading nowhere
as we ran circles around each other’s thoughts
with no resolution in sight
I asked them to go.
After much protest
they left muttering under their breath.
I knew they would be back
and so I let them go with love.
I believe the world will feed us a hundred ways in which to frame ourselves as inadequate.
Only to turn around and sell us on a person, place, or thing to make us whole again.
And fill that void.
I believe our job is to weed through the muck and the lies to find our own truth.
Our own place in this world.
Our own voice.
And to find a space to dwell where we are complete within and of ourselves.
Where we see that those external things are merely extras in the big picture.
I believe the world is waking up.
That the deep chasm we see in the collective conscious will bring us to a tipping point.
A tipping point marking a shift in perspective. A tipping point sparking change.
A tipping point inciting destruction.
A tipping point initiating rebirth.
I believe that
we self-sabotage by inviting complexity where we crave simplicity.
I believe this simplicity lives in our breath.
In our conscious movement.
In slowing the fuck down.
I believe we hang tight to our chests, some of the very things that would be best let go of.
Because sometimes we know no other way.
Because, sometimes – when we try something new – we can surprise ourselves.
And find the wholeness we were searching for all along.
I believe that forgiveness is healing.
And that forgiveness takes many forms.
But when we’re ready.
And the weight lifts.
And we breathe easier.
We’re reminded of our true essence.
I believe that opportunities to heal come in the most obscure forms.
Through conversations that shift our perspective.
Through relationships that create safe spaces.
And that healing occurs when we shut off our brains and open our hearts.
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