“Half
of me is filled with bursting words and half of me is painfully shy. I crave
solitude yet I also crave people. I want to pour life and love into everything
yet also nurture my self-care and go gently. I want to live within the rush of
primal, intuitive decision, yet also wish to sit and contemplate. This is the
messiness of life—that we all carry multitudes, so we must sit with the shifts.
We are complicated creatures, and ultimately, the balance comes from this
understanding. Be water. Flowing, flexible and soft. Subtly powerful and open.
Wild and serene. Able to accept all changes, yet still led by the pull of
steady tides. It is enough.” ~ Victoria Erickson, Writer/Columnist/Author
There are words from Brandi Carlile’s song, “The Story,” that I might sing, and perhaps you, too. “All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I've been And how I got to where I am But these stories don't mean anything When you've got no one to tell them to” You don’t have to be single or alone to feel the depth of those words. Someone in a longtime marriage or relationship might feel them, too. The voyage through life takes each one of us through an assortment of experiences. Some of them ennoble us. Some crush us. Some lift us beyond ourselves and carry us into the lives of those who need us. And some carry us to those we need. Some experiences are burdens. Others ease and encourage us. Some leave us baffled and unsure. Some build confidence within us and are so affirming that we grow in substance, in courage, in tenderness, and sympathy. As we age, the lines in our faces can represent the hurts we have not yet resolved. Or t
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