two kinds of fear

there are two kinds of fear:

one tells you to turn on your heel, honey, and walk away.

this type of fear whispers you know better.

the other is a big, fat neon arrow pointing toward your dreams.

with this type of fear, you’re petrified, but you sense something delicious in your soul, something that’s begging to be brought into the world.

trust your heart to know the difference.

choice

I no longer tolerate poison inside myself.

I no longer tolerate hatred

anxiety

shame

self pity.

This doesn’t mean they won’t overwhelm or attack me.

It means in the middle of the storm, I will hold fast to the Eye that says:

you can do better.

I no longer have patience

for soul-poison.

I am human; it may fool me for a moment.

But it will not claim me.

I will be tested. Again & again.

I don’t know how I will make it.

That’s okay. I’ll start there.

I’ll start with “I don’t know”

& give the rest up to Spirit

so that when something comes along that is not of my Divine nature,

I will recognize it.

People may not understand.

That’s the hardest part.

Keeping my Spirit under lock & key

helps me feel safe around others.

I seek to release the fear

of what they will think–

of my refusal

to settle for less

than the glory we were made for.

Now, instead of approval

I will seek soul-fire.

reconsider

your prison
is your
wilderness
your cage
an open sky
for why would you 
create if not
escape
from space confined
wise women know
the caged bird's song
wise men
the battle cry
of soul unleashed
from genie's lamp
of hands from
rope untied.
curse not your chains nor weights of stone
for without them art would be unknown.

homecoming blessing

may your life
imitate your art—
may words nourish your soul 
as long rain to august—
may your heart be content 
to enjoy the little things—
may your sleep be sound
but should you lie awake
may your thoughts drift only
to your many blessings—
may your life be long 
in good enough moments
though your moments be only few—
may your name be heard 
in a loved one’s prayer
as you hold them
in your own—
may you fall in love not once
but infinitely—
may your heart remember 
in its darkest moments
that there was once someone
or something
that made you want to drop everything
& live—
may the faces of those you love 
be never far from your thoughts
& the grace of listening to stillness
be ever a breath away—
most of all
do not despair
in the loneliness of it all—
only nerves rubbed raw by the cares of the world
know what it is to return home.

home

we all know 
this place
some of us remember it
some of us imagine it
but we all know it just the same
it’s more than a place to lay aside
your burdens by the door
& it’s more than the face
you say goodnight to
it’s the place your heart aches for 
when you can’t understand what it’s saying
you know you’re close when you 
feel it leap in your throat or
your chest or your gut
when your chest buzzes 
& your bones sing
it's the one place in the world 
where nobody can give you directions
but you meet someone & you can smell it on them & your skin 
tingles & you know they will lead you closer & what’s more
they will have no idea

mercy

this is how it’s supposed to be.
you’re supposed to be begging 
for mercy.
your knees should ache from kneeling 
& your chest should be heavy
with the weight of it all.
if you don’t fall to your knees now 
& then, swearing up and down
you can’t take it any more—
how can you know the limits 
of your own heart?
& if you don’t cry out 
for forgiveness
all the while hoping in secret 
that your folly can continue—
how do you know what it is 
to be humbled?