Peace

peace always comes,
to the holding-
and the scattering,
of me.
watching,
waiting,
patiently as my soul waits-
for my returning,
to its quiet embrace.
no turning of any stone,
no raising the bar higher-
of what I must reach,
to find my peace or-
state of being.
I see how my chaos,
wants to control me-
how it wants to,
make simple into difficult-
make my rain into a raging storm,
but…without making-
anything right or wrong.
I pull back in from it-
I allow compassion,
to come-
to hold my hand as if,
I am a child-
seeing the autumn sun,
rising for the first time.
breath of me,
completes me-
guides me,
as I look inside of me-
into the mirror of my soul,
I smile and see-
the light of me shining,
always there… waiting for me.
Heart's Calling
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Cultivate

We cultivate love when we allow our most vulnerable and powerful selves to be deeply seen and known, and when we honor the spiritual connection that grows from that offering with trust, respect, kindness and affection. Love is not something we give or get; it is something that we nurture and grow, a connection that can only be cultivated between two people when it exists within each one of them – we can only love others as much as we love ourselves. Shame, blame, disrespect, betrayal, and the withholding of affection damage the roots from which love grows. Love can only survive these injuries if they are acknowledged, healed and rare.
~ Brené Brown,