If I am remembered when I take my final breath, May it be that I loved even when it was foolish. Is it courage, or insanity in choosing love anyway? To choose love, even when it's not polished, but it shows up...tired, scarred, and yet still open. To choose love, even when our hearts have been torn and tattered from being taken advantage of...but still it stays kind and present, even when easier to harden. To choose love, even at risk of being misunderstood, mischaracterized,

If I am remembered when I take my final breath, May it be that I loved even when it was foolish. Is it courage, or insanity in choosing love anyway? To choose love, even when it's not polished, but it shows up...tired, scarred, and yet still open. To choose love, even when our hearts have been torn and tattered from being taken advantage of...but still it stays kind and present, even when easier to harden. To choose love, even at risk of being misunderstood, mischaracterized,

Today I rise through more than momentum, I rise through memory. I arise today through the strength of the heavens, light of the sun, splendor of fire, clarity of ice, speed of the wind, depth of the snow, stability of the earth, firmness of the rock. Light has returned. This was the Yule blessing our family entered into the world on the Solstice, chosen by our eldest son in great care. It’s about sitting in the elements, remembering what has always been available to us, when

🧿 There are within you, worlds unseen, awaiting for you to let them thrive. 🧿 So much of what we’re taught is solely for the sake of external validation: chase this, prove that, become something out there. The deeper truth, the one that keeps resurfacing no matter how far we wander, is that the most expansive worlds we will ever explore already exist within us. All the proof of our worth, our value, our purpose for existence already dwells in its primordial spaces. Unseen