Did you feel that full moon on Sunday?
I spent it in some of the darkest parts of my heart and my life, combing psyche's catacombs for the old patterns that keep me separate. I saw the hard edges of my pain and fear, the sea walls I have built to keep the tides from shredding my small self on the rocks of greater oceans. I love the determined will that built those walls.
But deeper still than grief are the brave hearts of my friends.
Because we cannot heal ourselves alone. We need people who can see our light to tell stories of how bright it burns until we become curious about ourselves. It is ok to let others help and reflect, just as the full moon reflects the light of the sun but tells a different story.