Sometimes you
have to lose your edges
to soften into the
folds of life
and allow your
vulnerability,
play.

You don’t have to be
perfect or together
or sorted or controlled-
Do you see those
are the very things
that keep us from
what is real?

It is enough to
be human and
to uncover the map
of the whole of our
experiences along
the way.

I once spent a year
acquainting myself
with the area of sadness:
I learned its limits end,
when they intersect
with the territory of
self compassion
and love.

It was a year,
well spent.