01/01/2024
There is no difference between today, and tomorrow; if you have dwelled with fear, and grief, and pain, and loss, and uncertainty this year, they will probably still be there tomorrow. One hundred resolutions cannot undo this.
Put your hand on the small temple, that holy place in the middle of your chest.
Now, close your eyes; listen to the determined rhythm of your heart quietly pumping blood to every hidden corner of the landscape of your body.
You are still here - others have already left, gone on without you and it may hurt that they have, but you are still here. Bless them, so you might set each other free.
You are still alive - others are not, and it may hurt for a long, long time, even forever whilst you are still inhabiting your earth-skin, but it will not last forever. They are still there, just on the other side of everything-you-cannot-see-yet.
They are waiting for you…there is no need to rush. You still have so much work to do, and so many doors to walk through, and oh! we need you to leave your scent behind; your story has to seed itself fully before you leave, so the others might find traces of you; might eat from the lessons you leave behind.
Call your thoughts from the small box called 365 days, call them with your own voice, remind them that life—your life, is too big to be held by three numbers, by linear time.
You have not failed; you were allowed a lesson…learn from it.
You have not succeeded; you were allowed a lesson…learn from it.
It is all ‘your life’.
It is all ‘your days’.
Here we are again and still, you have not left.
There is still hope.
You have not met all the people who will still fall in love with the way that you laugh. There will be summer days where the breeze will find the naked skin on the back of your neck, and you will shiver with delight—the sheer pleasure of being right here, right now.
You might face difficult things in the days to come, but here is your breath holding you up. The sheer wonder of it; the audacious faithfulness!
Look for all the shapes in which grace finds its way to you; all the plump messengers that search for you! A robin sat outside my window this morning; looked me straight in the eye for the longest time.
Let me tell you this: if you look for them, you will be found by them. This goes for lots of things, both good and bad, of course, so search carefully, heart opened wide to the light.
May your days be honest and filled with grace, and joy,
and all around you will be kindness, even you will be this to someone else, and pockets of beauty—all the waypoints, shaped from the light.
Look for them, as you shape your life with your own brave mouth.
© Liezel Graham 2022