I spent yesterday raging against childlike feelings. Last night, crying it out. And now, I am finding peace with parts of me I have never really even acknowledged before, a little more ok with each sip of coffee, each bird song I overhear, each whisp of wind cooing “just wait- next month, I’ll feel like spring.”
It’s finally quiet inside. And for the first time, spending time with these less than nice parts of myself hasn’t devolved into emotional self-flagellation, but instead a gentle “come here, kiddo, let me hold me in my lap while you feel these big feelings” heart instead. I am wrapped in the awareness that this is, in fact, what I have been looking for all along.
May I walk today in this peaceful loving place, regardless of where I tread.