So much big love right now for the awareness of our fragile minds. We are doing it! Going thorough this project we call life with integrity and strength and honor until, BAM! That wall is thrown up and we are trying to climb it, peer around it, tear it down.
I need to live my life out loud and this world is not ready. I keep trying to heal my broken heart. What if it is not meant to be whole? I’m afraid that the spaces from the wreckage are my harsh and cruel teacher. Those of us that walk the wire with our arms out to the side to keep the wobbling steady because our losses and gains keep poking at us to lose balance and fall… are we the ones that are meant to have the broken hearts? The ones that keep change in line and scream from the cracks that we want a better life. Showing up pretty on the outside doesn’t feel like a lie when I know my insides are all crinkled and dying. If I show up the way I feel then I am lost forever.
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