I am making a home inside myself.
A shelter of kindness where everything is forgiven, everything allowed—
a quiet patch of sunlight to stretch out without hurry,
where all that has been banished and buried is welcomed,
spoken, listened to—released.
A fiercely friendly place I can claim as my very own.
I am throwing my arms open
to the whole of myself— especially the fearful, fault-finding, falling apart, unfinished parts, knowing every seed and weed, every drop of rain, has made the soil richer.
I will light a candle, pour a hot cup of tea, gather around the warmth of my own blazing fire. I will howl if I want to, knowing this flame can burn through
any perceived problem, any prescribed perfectionism,
any lying limitation, every heavy thing.
I am making a home inside myself
where grace blooms in grand and glorious abundance,
a shelter of kindness that grows
all the truest things.
~ Julia Fehrenbacher