A place to hang up all the ways I try too hard. Where the lines on my forehead give in and rest.
There is a stirring within, yearning and longing for sounds that hum along side the beat of the heart, matching each other in pleasant rhythms.
Where my feet don’t get caught in webs of insecurity and doubts. With the broadness of the way delighting each step.
I want to hold your hand tight in this place. Maybe we can sit on a rock and watch the sunrise in silence, with dawn pouring its gorgeous light on us.
The links I’m searching for are deep – they are multiple forms of surrender. Freedom in all its glittery parts.
I reach out my hand towards the sky and the sea, stretching and stretching to grasp the links. I will pull them back into my body.
And you will be right here next to me, a witness to the transformation that will be my heart.
Come away with me to this place.