For many of us 2019 has not been a gentle year. It may have brought us to our knees, had us writhing in pain. Yet i witness so many refusing to have their head bowed. This is the inspiration, the beauty. Perhaps we gnash our teeth and cry in anguish, find ourselves in the dark crawl spaces of childhood where monsters seem to lurk and the light switch disappears. But we do not go gently into the night but dig deep and claim our inherent power. Perhaps like me with every push of face into the mud, the resulting stand is is infused with a knowing and an energy of power that cannot be quench. Perhaps like me your are calling out to the earth and all its inhabitants that nothing can stop this heart from love, that nothing will extinguish its light, that each seeming adversity brings great clarity and revelation and with feet planted firmly and voice holding steady i/we declared our inherent and indistinguishable power, power to heal, power to whole, power to love. Let our voices reverberate into each dark corner together, yes we can, yes we will, yes we are.
