gentle

Try less.
Produce less.
Do less.
Feel into all the tender places in your being
where chatter of unworthiness, not-good-enoughness, and otherness
have seared what was once delicate into calluses
over the places where your spirit
connects you to ALL THAT IS.

These aches you feel in your mind
that travel feverishly through your body
coming to rest as a shroud over your heart…

It is the immune system of your soul
the soul you may not believe in.
Your cell phone needs to recharge
and so do you.

Be gentle with the madness that surrounds you.
slow down.
breathe deep.
lather love over the scars that separate you from me.

The chaos in this world is not meant to be adapted to.
We are the alchemists.
But, we have forgotten.

Look outward seventy-five percent less than you look inward.
Allow for miracles. Allow for beauty. Allow for humor.
Spend your days,
softening calluses.

Yes, you will feel the unbearable world even more.
And that is what she desperately needs us to do.

TOGETHER.