Feeling small in the shadows.
Isolated.
Distilled down.
The whole broken
Apart.
Sifting and settling,
Until in the dark,
In the stillness,
In the pain,
A soft voice whispers,
You are something more.
The pieces begin to reform.
Fractionated
Category Archives: change
Windows opening
Blockages provide
the pause necessary
to consider
another way.
To look more slowly,
to be grateful for the path that led here,
and not need to make any further progress.
Opening to opportunities
with strength,
creativity
and courage.
Exercising ingenuity.
Obstacles are not a sign of worth.
They are an invitation to become.
Obstacles
I’m not always going to get my way,
but I’m always going to get what’s right for me.
When I let go of forcing outcomes,
stop relying on others for my happiness,
and see obstacles not as a sign of my worth but of my courage and strength,
even what seems like a paralyzing blockage
can be an invitation to take a different path,
go a different way,
or sit right where I am for a moment
and reflect
on the beauty,
awe,
and opportunity
that exists right here,
right now,
just the way things are.
Much gratitude to Shari Irby for contributing this photo.
Anticipation
Bursting with excitement.
Tempted by fear.
To hold back.
To bring less of my
intelligence,
beauty,
creativity,
power
so as not to overwhelm them.
But they feel it anyway.
They want it.
And there is a good chance they won’t be able to handle it.
But that shouldn’t stop me
from being all that I am.
My allness
is ready
to bloom,
in all
of
its
magnificence.
Vision board
Standing out
Breaking through
Rising up
Getting messy
Making choices
Accepting consequences
Humbly confident
Unconditionally vulnerable
More freedom
More joy
More love
Giving
Receiving
Most authentically me.
Reimagining
So awkward are these first steps of
holding on
and letting go,
remembering
and reimagining,
allowing love with all of its bitter suffering
and sweet consolation,
reconciling the aliveness
with the empty space.
The heart broken open
to feel more deeply
and love more ferociously.
The painful ebb and flow of longing,
overflowing with fullness,
aching from absence.
Bravely moving
with and against
the rhythms of this inescapable dance,
gently wisping and twirling
the scattered parts of the heart
back together,
slowly,
softly
coming
home.
Beautiful
I am not broken.
Although, perhaps to some I may appear that way.
When I sit in stillness, in the quiet of my own heart, it is clear that I may be chipped.
I may be cracked.
Parts of me may be loose or wobbly,
but there is such a profound beauty
in all of the scars and markings of this worn and tired being,
that I can only imagine
if I were completely broken
I would be even more beautiful.
The nudge
Saying yes to “hard.”
With kindness
and gentleness.
With hope
and tenacity.
With assertiveness
and assuredness.
Calm.
Confident.
Clear.
Recognizing the “hard”
as the nudge
towards
easing up
and
letting go.
Blisters
My old, worn out shoes,
so familiar,
form to fit my imperfect feet,
adapted over time to accommodate my lopsided gate,
carrying me faithfully in my uneven stride.
There comes that time that those beloved companions have served their purpose,
worn out in functionality,
poised for retirement.
In come the replacements,
stiff,
awkward,
shifting,
adjusting.
Blisters making way for bliss – forging new connections for movement and growth.
Shadow Dance
The shadow of the leaf.
A lingering impression it makes as the sun touches the earth,
predictable, recognizable, seemingly unchanging.
And then the moon eclipses the sun.
The angle of light shifts as it shines on the earth.
Shadows arc and transform just as freely as the leaf dances in the wind,
fully capable of showing up differently.
Monday Mindfulness 