On Holy Work
There comes a time, in everyone's life, when the fear must drop away so that we can drop down into the space we are meant to occupy, here. When the incessant messages of "not-good-enough-ness" and "too-much-ness" must get overwritten by messages of "just-right-for-right-now-ness." When the person meant to hold the brush must pick up the brush, and the person meant to type the words must type the words. I ask myself: What am I doing here if I'm not doing what I long, every day