I Am Her Tribe

two feet in this year i choose to burn my good candles on a Tuesday at noon just because i choose to use the expensive lotion the one i keep tucked safe up on the counter not ration any of my most cherished belongings because i am worth investing in ---right now this year I choose to wear that thing you know the one I told myself I would slip on when I looked a certain way? I choose to love my body this vessel I have been given and her seasons as they shift this year I give myself permission to change and keep changing for I understand there is an underlying truth when it comes to becoming- it doesn't have to mirror anyone else this year I choose to let go really let go of the heavy of the half-hearted no more forcing connection where it no longer lives I choose to nourish what's willing to grow this year I choose to be grateful for the teachings of my yesterday I honor my wholeness when I honor my whole self- even the shaky parts this year I choose to step forward clear eyes heart open two feet grounded palms wide to the all-is-possible unknown and new

do not fast forward into something you’re not ready for or allow yourself to shrink back into what’s comfortable growth lives in the uneasiness the in-between the unfinished sentence you are a season of becoming

i know what it means to have a heart that would drown itself for others before the need to surface for air

sometimes it's years later you're standing there when your jaw softens and you realize you're no longer the same as when you first walked in

we cannot truly grasp the depth of our light until we are shown our darkness

you won't be for everyone but you are from someone

it took me a long time to create an earth that would hold me for all that i am

i find myself moving in daydreams

my hope for you is that you greet your reflection with kind eyes. that you never look to someone else for your belonging. always moving from a space of worthiness, longing for nothing of addition or subtraction

this is why art, my creative process, is so important for me + my growth. it asks of me to be willing. am I willing to sit with the hurt. the healed. the loud. the quiet. the yet to be spoken. and let their stories rise up out of me for others to see and read and digest. and form an experience of? it is such a push + pull feeling owning a heart that wants to break open and close off simultaneously. the goosebumps. the tingling. the ache to run. only confirm what a holy act of courage it is when we birth our art into the world. when we risk comfort we open up the doorway to invite really good things into our lives. we begin by being willing.

give yourself permission to be where you are and to still be loved for it

give yourself permission to be where you are and still be loved for it

the time has come for you to step forward, wild woman. it is time for you to climb + claw your way out from your deepest shadows of hiding. can’t you hear their call? you have been deliberately forged from the dreams of your

bring with you your hurt, your sorrow, your burn that you carry. unleash its scorch without fear of what comfort it may challenge. just as you, it does not need permission to exist here.

i reach for the glass open my mouth and try to drown their memory from the inside out

The place where you reach for the future just as you shed yourself of the past.