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from the archives, february 2009 . puget sound
trust this truth:
you can walk tall on the path that feels most like home.
notes to myself in yes. 
a few lines from a post i wrote in 2005 that tumbled across my mind tonight. if you were here, and we were perhaps sharing a cupcake, i would tell you this:
A line from the last few pages of the book Five Quarters of the Orange by Joann Harris:
"It took a little time, you know," said Paul, "but I got over it. I let go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home."
Deep breath.
Don't work so hard at the letting go though. It isn't about how hard you work. It is about the breath, the life. Take a breath. When you let go, let it be easier than you thought it would be. Let the river bring you home.
Live.
into the archives, nnotes to myself in yes. 
soul mantra lockets in progress . loving my new iphone
notes to myself in yes. 
i am enough . stories from the little room
as i settle into the little room with paul simon singing softly, an "i release" candle burning, and tea by my side, i hammer this phrase into vintage lockets. with each letter pounded, i push myself to believe this truth (for you...for me...).
(if you want to read more about this topic of "i am enough," head over to tracey clark's "i am enough: a self-kindness collaborative" website)
notes to myself in yes.
the me from today, the "what is real" covered in bits of spit-up and surrounded by words pounded into brass and tucked in for the night in flannel pajamas and overwhelmed by all that is and deciding to just relax with my husband and watch a movie and have some cake + milk at least until she wakes up me is peeking out to say this:
thank you for seeing the seventh-grade me. thank you for getting it. thank you for catching my words. thank you for noticing the mirror i am holding up. thank you for your words, your emails, your comments sharing your stories of the seventh-grade you...of the you of today. thank you for seeing me...seeing yourselves.
more soon from this corner...but for now, i just want say thank you. (big time.)
blessings,
liz
