The Upheaval

May what falls away do so with grace, and what remains remember its true form.

What was … was.

What will be … will be.

I honor it all.

I thank the lessons without rushing their meaning.

I trust the process.

I trust us

to return, again and again,

to the Sacred Heart.

I believe in us.

I am willing to pull up what is tricky,

what resists the light,

what trembles when seen-

and open the doors

so it can fly.

All that we choose not to carry forward

is still honored

for its creative purpose.

I feel the pain.

I mourn the confusion.

I rest.

I restructure.

And then I let it FLY.

Lotus energy

into the sky.

Releasing debris.

Releasing doubt.

Releasing pain.

Releasing fear.

Releasing…

releasing…

And loving

and holding us

through it all.

For we are not failing.

We are practicing.

And I love us.

xoxoxoxo,

This Goddess of the Upheaval