as i've journeyed into a gentler, grace-based approach to life, a surprising inclination to holistic self-care has unfolded beneath my feet. it feels different than the old ways, has a different voice,
tender. nurturing. no shadowy remnants of shame, pummeling me into less shape than before.
on sunday, tears sprouted with the first rhythmic chords of yulunga and stayed with me as i stumbled along unfamiliar paths. it felt raw, tribal. powerful, and yet oh so healing.
a healing way.
moves, with grace, and rests with grace.
at this point in my life i take each step organically, tasting, feeling, sensing,
whole body praying,
seeing what comes next.
and this, this i loved.