This soul-searching business can feel like life or death.
Living full or living numb.
But don't forget, kindred, how vital it is to laugh. To lift your sincere face to the light. To allow joy to creep into your hidden hurts.
Relax, dear one.
Joy is healing. Joy is knowing you are already good enough, even/especially when you are a royal mess.
We love every wild bit of you, phoenix soul. Your weep-wail. Your joy-sing. Your heart-howl. Your cracking open. Your cracking up.
Let go. Let go. Let go.
(Love has already caught you.)
with wild grace
& just enough hilarity,