I created a mini-cairn on this morning's creekside walk
because small steps matter.
Because sometimes one breath of peace
is all we need to keep going.
Because intentionally torn sleeves
and ragged polish
are signs of life lived to the full,
our souls bursting at the seams.
Because the holy is here.
Kindred, I'm finishing up tomorrow's edition of Dear Phoenix: weekly whispers of tender truth & wild joy (also available in a monthly digest).
Have you signed up yet? (It's free.) If you do, you'll receive a coupon code for one free issue of The Phoenix Soul magazine (your choice!) . . . in addition to these weekly or monthly love notes from me.
Dear Phoenix is designed to support your most vibrant, authentic, soul-full life. I'm loving crafting these intimate messages for you--and cheering every time I hear from readers how it's "just what [they] needed." Maybe you, too?
You can check out the archives here, including stories about my learning how to drive (at 31! Yikes!), one of my surefire ways of returning to peace when worry overwhelms, and a soul-stirring question that stopped me in my tracks.
Tomorrow's edition remembers a time when I squashed my own voice--and what I wish I could tell my ten-year-old self.
