I know, it’s been awhile. But I haven’t been away; I’ve been releasing. Relaxing. Unfolding. I stopped writing because I had a crisis of confidence – in myself, in the possibility you would or could love me, in the belief that anyone could.
I was wrong. I am lovable. I am beautiful. I am open to the possibilities, and ready for them.
But with this realization, and the time it took, came another gift: I’m no longer waiting.
When you happen, and you will happen, it will be wonderful. There will be joy, and hope. There will be relief. But until then, my tight-fisted clutch on longing has released, letting the fractured pulse of it slip through my open fingers, onto the floor, leaving my palm empty. A chalice. A Grail. Full only of the energy of my life.
My heart is at peace. ❤ I am whole without you.