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jan.5 {faith in what is}

I know that I cannot stay quiet for long.  The words bubble up.  The colors sing to me.  The the moments urge me to capture and savor them so I can remember and take them with me into the ever after.

I know that the first sip of coffee in the morning feels like a new beginning, a warm embrace, and deep well of possibility for the day ahead, and that I am so grateful for this gift of tiny but extraordinary hope.

I know that there are people in my life who are so completely full of grace and love, magic and warmth, laughter and wisdom, that I can't stray far from their nurturing light.  They hold me to the Earth and remind me of who I am.

I know that I am a mother, a creator, a connector, a wife, a lover, a child, a wanderer, a seeker, a narrator, a free-spirit, a life artist, and that all these facets are simply labels that can't ever really define the entirety of who I am.

I know that I need the fallow season, to go inward, to stop spinning, so my world can still and I can see things with better clarity before I start whirling again.
I know that every experience is a part of who we are meant to be.  Fate is not accidental, so these days my faith is more steadfast and certain than ever even when my head is filled with darkness and doubt.

I know that my imperfections are teaching me lessons.  Some I learn, others I fall short and have to have another go at.  So long as I keep moving forward, it is all part of the wild adventure.

I know that I have gifts to offer the world, wrapped in a genuine need to reach out and stitch together all that I can, full hearts and lives, and experiences that feel impossibly necessary.

I know that I am so grateful for every drop, each new chance, every gem and beautiful soul I stumble upon in this exquisitely unique story that is my life.*


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