EmBody Your Brave: Messy Grace

Whew, @kyeli brought more tender truth-bombs to our latest edition of The Phoenix Soul digital magazine.

Her column, EmBody Your Brave, is so real. Kyeli writes from the gut, not shying away from pain or discomfort in her self-examination.

Her honesty, in turn, helps US be brave & uncover our own truths.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is this: when you feel that urge to bottle up, to disconnect from your wildly feeling heart, plant your feet and put your hand on your heart, take a deep breath, and ride it out. Let the feels surge through you, surf the wave, and stay connected to yourself and your brave.
— Kyeli Smith, The Phoenix Soul: Messy Grace

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Kyeli invited us in this issue to take a selfie in the moment of crisis . . . right in the midst of our inner turmoil, the very thing we are tempted to hide or gloss over.

Feel it all.

Love your whole (messy!) self.

The image of me here was from a moment this morning when my five-month-old had been screaming inconsolably. He'd finally collapsed into sleep on me & I could breathe again. Capturing this moment helped me process and move through the feeling of overwhelm, ending with this thought: "You did it, mama. Good work."


Your turn, beloved. Join our hashtag to go with Kyeli's column: #embodyyourbrave find us there &  explore the prompts she shares in the magazine!

Want a chance to see your image in our digital pages? Add #thephoenixsoul too and I'll know you've given permission to print with your IG name included. 

We love you, phoenix souls! Find Kyeli's column & much more inspiration here.

your permission slip // The Phoenix Soul: Messy Grace

I don't know about you, but I need messy grace more than ever.

These days, with baby on hip and eyes glued half-shut from night wakings, I'm desperate for grace . . . for reminders that I'm doing enough, being enough. That I'm already worthy, as is, and I can relax into gentle comfort. That the stains and scars I'm taught to hide are actually part of my messy grace.  

How about you, fellow phoenix? I don't know what's weighing on you, or what you're celebrating. But I bet you could use a reminder, too, that your worth is not determined by what you accomplish or by any external standard.

What if we could scrawl ourselves a permission slip, insisting that we can love our messy lives, right now?

That we can let go of our "control" and allow messy grace to wash over us instead?

Our new issue of The Phoenix Soul digital magazine says we can--that it's possible to love our lives and our Selves in all their rumpled glory. And that messy grace is right here, where and when we need her most.

When someone sees through the veneer of my life into its messy core, one of two things happens: we step awkwardly away from each other, or we lean into each other’s lives, sharing our messes, and in so doing, learn to love each other and ourselves a little better.
— Hannah Marshall, Grit & Grace, TPS: Messy Grace

Phoenix, let's sink into messy grace together. Let's dare to believe we are worthy, we are loved, we are treasure and treasured–just as we are

I hope to meet you in Messy Grace.

with love,
Amanda

"Nectar" by Mercedes Webb-Pullman (guest poet)

We're wrapping up our journey into Wild Joy here at The Phoenix Soul. Today Mercedes Webb-Pullman joins us from New Zealand, illustrating one brilliant example of wild joy spotted in nature. Read on! --Amanda

 
 

Nectar
by Mercedes Webb-Pullman


Tuis swoop around me, tree to tree.

As sunlight strikes their wings

dark feathers catch fire,

flare a wild peacock-colored

jewel in the air -- 

involuntary joy.


Mercedes Webb-Pullman’s poems and stories have appeared in online journals and anthologies, eBooks and in print since 2008. She lives in New Zealand again, after spending 40 years away. She misses the fish and chips of childhood, steam rising from a hole torn in the newspaper wrapping, defining Friday night.