A friend asked me, “Where is your homeland?”
My homeland is a place that has never had a name.
fierce grace is required in times of doubt and smallness…remembering that we have this expansiveness and intent to be whole and it moves slowly throughout a lifetime, like inner blooming…..never noticed until it’s felt…..
I will not die an unlived life
I will not live in fear of falling
Or of catching fire
I choose to inhabit my days
To allow my living to open me,
Making me less afraid
To loosen my heart
So that it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise
I choose to risk my significance.
To live so that,
that which comes to me as seed
Goes to the next as blossom.
And that which comes to me as blossom
Goes on as fruit.
Don’t move the way fear makes you move.
Move the way love makes you move.
Move the way joy makes you move.