Goodness is coming. Goodness is here.
I taste it, I smell it, I feel it swell from inside like a sweet wave.
I unwrap it with my hands, eyes, feet, mouth, legs, stomach and breath.
I hear it. I feel the edges, the soft pulses of it whisper through every space of your body.
A place to rest.
It comes when we work hard, when we rst, when we seek it, when we let it seek us, too.
I waited so long for the knowing to fill my lips and fingertips---that life really is bigger than pain. Bigger than those past wounds that seemed they might never heal.
When we look into the darkness, it hurts at first.
So we look gently.
We swirl our fingers in, and explore.
We witness the landscapes inside that twist and burn.
But something else happens, too.
The shadows don’t consume us, they teach us.
Life begins to expand out.
We acquire new wisdom, delicious depth.
Wounds become alchemized, they become places not of spoiled beauty, but of renewed radiance.
So, as I feel the tears well, from this newly acquired place of heavy, luscious stillness within me---
I bow my head, smiling
And I say
To the breeze, to the trees, to the pain, to the hope, to the suffering, to the love, to the wounds that are tender, even still---
Thank you for the tears.
Thank you for the knowing.
Thank you for the blooming.
Thank you for the breaking, which was really just rising, even if I didn’t know it then.
Thank you for the ache that woke me up.
Thank you for uncovering softness where it only used to hurt.
Goodness is coming.
Goodness is here.
“Step into it, soak into it. Take your time…” says every pore of my skin, and every muscle under my skin. My organs say it, too.
I close my eyes and sit.
For this long-awaited, sweet stillness
Hands pressed to chest
My heart is my own, once again.
Reclaimed, even the most lost, ruined parts of me.
It’s funny how healing works---
For they are the parts that sparkle the most now
The true masterpieces
And let gold