Tag Archives: courage

I Want This For You

When you giftare told you are a gift to the world, and you believe it.

I want this for you.

When your eyes take someone’s breath away, and that doesn’t seem strange to you.

I want this for you.

When you see yourself in the mirror and get knocked sideways, just for a second, that you’re here, on Earth, being magical and miraculous.

I want this for you.

When you can sit with your own pain, or the pain of someone you love, and feel your heart expanding into more feeling rather than shrinking, or numbing, or struggling to fix it.

I want this for you.

When your gifts are something you express gratitude for without judgement or comparison or fear of losing humility.

I want this for you.

When the love you feel for your awesomeness matches the awesomeness I see.

I want this for you.

I want this love for you. 

Inspired by my beautiful friends, family, students and guides, as well as a song by my gorgeous friend, Nicole Thompson, which has the refrain “I want this for you.” 

The Night Before the Tattoo (Dear Naked Forearm)

I have been doing a lot of thinking about permanent change.  It happens.  You break a bone and it never quite heals the same way.  Or your heart gets broken and you never quite heal the same way.

Permanent change isn’t always bad.  For example, I hear potty training your children is a positive.  And yet, I hear that they are growing up too fast.  🙂
Life can not be undone.
Tomorrow I am getting a tattoo on my forearm.  I’ve wanted this for years, but I have been afraid of the permanence of change.

I want this.

I can’t not do it.
But I am experiencing some anxiety right now over this change to my blank forearm that will never be the same.
And this is why change is hard.  This is why going after the things we want can feel impossible even when we want them oh so badly.
We often have to let something go to grab hold of what we want.
We are not meant to live as blank canvases of unreached potential, or blank notebooks of untold stories. 

We live our lives in permanent ink, every brush stroke adding to our story.
I want to be brave enough to show that ink.