When I shake the fake and the fluff and watch what's left settle into my palm like sifted gold, it becomes so  clear... what's really here. Who's really with me. Where I'm choosing to go. The way from here to there.

So I keep turning down the volume of fear and turning up the volume of what matters, because then I can hear it all loud and clear, over the chatter of my mind and the wailing of my kid and the barking of the dog.

Then I can sit in the middle of the darkness or the light and not have to rush or crowd or deny this heart of mine or that heart of yours.

I just have to honor the way it all lands for me, the way it all settles into my palm and asks me to hold it... for a brief moment or for a lifetime, with as much courage and love as I can.
19 likes
  • mominahanWhen I shake the fake and the fluff and watch what's left settle into my palm like sifted gold, it becomes so clear... what's really here. Who's really with me. Where I'm choosing to go. The way from here to there.

    So I keep turning down the volume of fear and turning up the volume of what matters, because then I can hear it all loud and clear, over the chatter of my mind and the wailing of my kid and the barking of the dog.

    Then I can sit in the middle of the darkness or the light and not have to rush or crowd or deny this heart of mine or that heart of yours.

    I just have to honor the way it all lands for me, the way it all settles into my palm and asks me to hold it... for a brief moment or for a lifetime, with as much courage and love as I can.

  • amycaldwell1So eloquent - thank you
  • mominahan@amycaldwell1 💛🙏💛
  • debbie_schultzeSo beautiful. I thank u as well
  • mominahan@debbie_schultze ❤️❤️❤️
Log in to like or comment.