these keep getting deeper and deeper. thank you, Lindsey. it's as if as you clear your mirror, you see more clearly.
[identity] -- it's always there by 5. there are versions of ourselves we try on and let go.
closets full of decisions. we did decide to keep this. why?
[suddenly, the Marie Kondo act of holding each thing and asking it why it's here, makes sense.]
and re-member... putting Self back together through our commune with things.
what we do as we touch the things ...
finally, you are reminding me of this story -- underneath the things is the act of reminding our Selves of our Essence -- under our clutter is a Golden Buddha -- https://carolyntate.co/the-story-of-the-golden-buddha/
This was so perfectly placed on a day I needed to hear such wisdom. I look forward to these every week. They are like mini episodes of remembrance for me…the bashful creative in me. 🙏🏻❤️🩹
I anchor love in uncertainty. I speak life into the “in-between” moments most would rush past. I hold the edges, the tender, frayed ones, and I don’t look away.
So often when I share this depth and love with the world, there’s an inner whisper saying, “maybe I was too much.” I second guess whether MY way of loving, of caring, of expressing depth is welcome.
This past week I reached out to the most important human in my world, as the silence lately between us had felt absolutely deafening. It was one of the most vulnerable things I’ve done, and maybe also one of the most honest. My heart aches in that beautiful, brave way it does when we love without guarantees. And since hearing the ache, tenderness, and exhaustion in her voice all I’ve wanted is to carry the weight for her.
these keep getting deeper and deeper. thank you, Lindsey. it's as if as you clear your mirror, you see more clearly.
[identity] -- it's always there by 5. there are versions of ourselves we try on and let go.
closets full of decisions. we did decide to keep this. why?
[suddenly, the Marie Kondo act of holding each thing and asking it why it's here, makes sense.]
and re-member... putting Self back together through our commune with things.
what we do as we touch the things ...
finally, you are reminding me of this story -- underneath the things is the act of reminding our Selves of our Essence -- under our clutter is a Golden Buddha -- https://carolyntate.co/the-story-of-the-golden-buddha/
What a gift this is my friend! Thank you. I can't wait to read this story.
This was so perfectly placed on a day I needed to hear such wisdom. I look forward to these every week. They are like mini episodes of remembrance for me…the bashful creative in me. 🙏🏻❤️🩹
I'm so glad it resonated! Please share more of your creative work!
Wow, Lindsey! This touches me so deeply. Every story you share is a remembrance of human spirit… of how fun life is. ♥️ Thank you 🙏
I am so glad that it resonated and that you commented, it means a lot to me!
I anchor love in uncertainty. I speak life into the “in-between” moments most would rush past. I hold the edges, the tender, frayed ones, and I don’t look away.
So often when I share this depth and love with the world, there’s an inner whisper saying, “maybe I was too much.” I second guess whether MY way of loving, of caring, of expressing depth is welcome.
This past week I reached out to the most important human in my world, as the silence lately between us had felt absolutely deafening. It was one of the most vulnerable things I’ve done, and maybe also one of the most honest. My heart aches in that beautiful, brave way it does when we love without guarantees. And since hearing the ache, tenderness, and exhaustion in her voice all I’ve wanted is to carry the weight for her.