Last week, I saw “Just Mercy” based on the book by Bryan Stevenson and I left not knowing what to do with the rage and helplessness for several hours afterwards.
I had a long talk with a friend and she gifted me a magazine full of thoughtful essays.
I went back to Hot Vinyasa yoga and fought my body and then accepted it for what it CAN do.
I trained 3 times and felt gratitude for the love I have consistently showed my temple.
I watched a show that made me tremble for the world’s future and wonder how I can be brave.
I got a solid and unexpected reminder of what love looks like (love is a verb) by my husband.
The fear that left me with a sense of paralysis after this past summer’s family health scare seems to have taken leave and I won’t be inviting it to come back over.
Whatever was fragile is whole.
And I will hold onto it for as long as this world will let me.