I dream of never being called resilient again in my life.

I’m exhausted by strength.

I want support.

I want softness.

I want ease.

I want to be amongst kin.

Not patted on the back for how well I take a hit.

Or for how many.

~zandashe’ l’orelia brown

when I pause to notice the great unfolding…

inquiry for today~ how will you offer joy today?

sweeten my day

Those who are willing

to be vulnerable

move among mysteries.

~Roethke