A moment and then another

How do I surrender with each new day?

Gradually

With the things I love

Rituals that ease me into the day

With a smile

Some effort

And a little reframing

Appreciating what I see, what is present

What makes me smile?

A smile from the heart

A hug just because: I love you, I need you, I want you

A thank you for being you 

Showing up

Playing

Completing tasks and challenges

New and exciting experiences 

Being naughty/cheeky

Seeing myself so beautifully broken

Blooming

Seeing others bloom

When I feel truth

When I surrender

When I'm clear

My stumbling experience, a collection

Of dark night, bright lights, broken dreams and sweet desire

Layed out bare to scavenge, ponder, release and grieve

Trying ever so hard to be light, 

Until I sink and drown in my own weighted mind

To fall restlessly into darkness,

Only to find what I'm so fearful of, my greatest power and beauty -

To my Dark Heart, ever deeper surrender.

Is this KO yet? I thought I had died but there's always more dying to do, right!?

Oh God!

The headache eases

The grip on my chest not so tight

Breathe easy now.

A little frivolity (Fuck it!) is the lightness I need now.

It's a deep contentment

Where I'm exhausted and can feel it entirely in body and mind

Spent with utter satisfaction

Knowing I put my all in

For a peace of heavenly silence

Reeping what I sow - so sweet

The mountains

We climb

Every morning

Every morning 

Mountains to climb

Climb the mountain,

Dance with silence

I had an X written on my coffee lid this morning. It made me feel special because someone sent me a kiss. Then I realised I'd ordered an extra shot. Still, I choose to believe it's a ?. 

Sending lots of kisses right back at ya! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

"This is no longer my house. It's been claimed by the sea."

God, let me be easy today.

Oh God,

The lies, the layers

Does it ever end?

Probably not

Any other way?

No

What do I do?

You don't need to do any thing, you can do any thing you want

Fuck, where do I start?

You started long ago and you're always starting, ending and starting

Fuck, it definitely feels that way. Oh well, guess I love the pain