i know i have a tendency to talk in poetry, around and about without naming exactly what it is i’m saying.
my push now is to become the raw, uninhibited, vulnerable artist i see in the musicians and authors whose work speaks to me the most.
to set narcissism aside and communicate honestly; no matter the cost. no matter who i may be offending or inspiring, to simply be in such transparency – transparency i can’t take back or hide behind when being me is scary.
i used to think the bravest thing was quitting a job or moving.
now the bravest thing is living, heart open, fully me.
the bravest thing is leaving when i want to stay, because i want full love and full healing more than right now.
the bravest thing is holding myself and others high when my arms are hurting.
the bravest thing is faith in what i can’t see at all.
the bravest thing is crying as many days as it takes because living is a process and feeling is essential.
the bravest thing is stating – all I really want is Jesus. when i wake up, when i go to bed. i want radiance, grace, love, kindness, healing, adventure, beauty, wisdom, faith. i experienced a true taste of this for the first time this year and nothing else satisfies.
the bravest thing is holding onto hope, while so so weary.
the bravest thing is standing, fighting, doing whatever in the world necessary to protect the sweet, innocent children.
the bravest thing is FEELING. living without numbing. setting myself free and allowing others permission to do the same.