My highest self isn’t having it with this dreamy nonsense! Get to work she says!
I hereby surrender and accept my current reality as it stands--in its messy glory, its ecstatic uncertainty.
Tomorrow will mark a year since I sang a song for my mother, an experience that still gives me goosebumps. Everything about that experience was infused with loving grace. I'm writing another post for tomorrow, but in the meantime I thought I'd share that post from last year.