 To be fully alive is the most courageous thing we do for our soul
I box—I pack—I stow it away I am very good at this No one knows what’s in my boxes I like it that way Controlled—At arm’s length No betrayal No caught off guard No feeling foolish No feeling shame BUT My boxes don’t prevent feeling sad My boxes don’t prevent feeling loss And it’s a lie to say they prevent feeling shame To open the boxes means to say what needs to be said much earlier To trust my gut immediately To accept nothing less than I’m willing to give To open the boxes means to step into my life To be fully alive is the most courageous thing we do for our soul
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 The fleeting
The rare The magical The mystery I’m fascinated beyond measure by “that which doesn’t last” Every morning the sun shines I watch in wonder All the floating particles It’s a magic dust full of the day’s potential Not a layer of the day’s chores I want so much to float at dawn I’ve been that way forever |
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