on remembering where it all began
It has been an incredibly long time since I picked up this notebook. I used to spend hours, once a week nestled within its pages, but somehow I was surprised at how many pages were filled with my words when I opened it back up this morning. I forgot how often I found my way here, sharing whatever truth was in my heart that day. I’m realising that the key for my not having shown up here for so long, most likely lies in the fact that I think I lost sight of why I truly wrote here at all.
on coming home
have not logged onto this site in a scary amount of time, have not felt able to for so many reasons. I didn’t really know if I had anything to say. I had been so proud of myself for the way I had been showing up here, as often as I did and for how long I kept it up for. But that pride has also kept me away for a long time too. I have been scared that if I did try to come here again and see if I had something I might want to share with you, that it might be short lived. That maybe I would not make it back here for a long time again.
bask in your light
the things you can only see when you slow down
on forgetting to choose life
on what to say when you have nothing to say
on taking care of yourself
You have time
on surrendering to trust
on building a relationship with yourself
on keeping things balanced
a little catch up
the thing that changed my life.
on giving yourself what you need.
on remembering why i'm doing this
on being here, now
on standing with your head held high
on finding happiness
on being a creator
