Momastery’s latest blog by a lady named Lisa-Jo, I’ve never heard of her but feel like I should know her, and wish I could grab coffee or better yet, a hard, pre-prohibition drink and hear her talk more about these dog days: Ain’t no shame in those days, friends. Nope, I think those are the holy days. The scars-worn-bravely days. So, on those days, dear ones, dish up an extra bowl of ice cream and repeat after me: I am stretched and tired and fearful. I am wild and brave and broken. But this one life is on purpose and it’s not by accident where I woke up this morning. … These are the good days, the glory days, the slow-as-molasses days. These are the fast years, the wonder years, the how-do-I-find-words years. But we do. They usually start with “help” and end with “thank you” and the middle? The middle is a thick layer of reliable wonder sometimes whispered, often shouted, always answered. The middle is me. The middle is you. The middle is just this one, sacred, take-off-your-shoes-worthy syllable,
Posted on: Fri, 14 Jun 2013 01:47:07 +0000
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