Bittersweet transitions.

Hot tears rolling down my cheeks.

Not in the pain of loss, but the unconditional & tender love accompanying grief.

In the knowing that I have tried, over and over again, out of true will & commitment. And dared to stumble and fall on this path of be(com)ing.

The deep wisdom inherent in surrendering - to failing, to picking up the pieces, to integrating and growing.

The humility of having all your darkest fears become reality, when all being left is yourself - with a heart broken open. And the courage to start all over again.

Because this is life. To throw yourself in the abyss of the unknown with a warrior soul and childlike laughter, realizing that to fall is to fly, if you dare to really jump and not try to hold on. If you let go into the faith that everything is always playing out exactly as it should, for you to become more and more yourself. Raw, vulnerable, strong, soft - unapologetically free, perfectly imperfect. Because what a greater pain & grief could there ever be than denying our hearts to live, to feel it all, to be fully expressed.

Surrendering to the deep knowing that ultimately, safety comes from trusting life. Trusting how it moves through the innocence and wonder that lives in each and everyone of us. If we allow it to live it, through love & compassion. 

Here & now, always, a smile is breaking through the rivers of tears, washing away the doubt - illuminating the path before and beyond me.