When there are no words, when the right thing is also the hard thing, when life turns a new page and when you have to exist in the tension between loving and letting go, there is grace, so much grace to be found.
#HairyGirlProblems 1847378: Shaving only your lower legs because you can’t be bothered. Thigh hair is soft anyway right 🤷🏻♀️ Also featured here: mosquito bites, courtesy of @valdirose
When you are about to change your life there will be people who won’t trust your judgement. They will want to help you because they love you and they believe you are making a mistake. Here’s the thing: Sometimes that’s not love. Sometimes other people’s advice reflects their fears. Of course they don’t want you to change. Because if you do it will shake their world. It will push you from the pedistole they put you on, it will destroy the altar of their belief system and all that is holy to them. It hits too close to home. It’s not about you making a mistake, it’s about you holding up a mirror to their lives and challenging it. As I change I’m constantly learning that if we allow love to lead us instead of fear, our hearts can stretch in grace and humility towards each other. Even when we don’t understand or don’t agree. Love over fear.
There are no words right now. I can’t explain it, I can only feel it. In moments like these, I ground myself in the present, I make a cup of tea, I breathe deeply, I write, I go for walks, I move slowly, I spent a lot of time on the inside; understanding and learning something that I can feel coming, but cannot name yet. ~ season of change
The History of Love is my favourite book. I have read it many times and my copy has a lot of doggy ears and underlined pages. I open it often, I love looking at the words I know so well, that never fail to nestle into my heart. Like old friends, familar and warm. ‘Then I turned the page and at the top it said THINGS I MISS ABOUT M and there was a list of 15 things, and the first was THE WAY HE HOLDS THINGS. I did not understand how you can miss the way somebody holds things.’ ~ The History of Love, Nicole Krauss