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Cutting Down

What’s it going to take for us to believe in our own potential and resiliency? I think about the impossible feat of a tiny acorn becoming the majestic oak. Looking at that dinky seed in our palm, our mind would never believe it. Greatness? In this? Madness! But, yet, it is true. Somehow, that little seed undergoes miracle after miracle, rising a little more each day. Wilting perhaps, or even getting trampled upon. But this is the glory of nature, and the great wonder of the Universe. The inconceivable occurs every day. We, dear ones, are like this too.
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And what keeps us going? Faith.
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What keep us buried? Doubt, darkness, and staying in our little shells.
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I’m a recovering self-bully. The shit that’s come out of my own psyche in my own direction is downright cruel in many instances, and I share this not for sympathy because I know this self-sabotage is RAMPANT among damn near everyone I know. Even among the brightest Lights and the most gifted Artists and Leaders. Role models even!
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Enough! When did it become so normalized to treat ourselves so badly? When did we forget that inside of ourselves was the seed of an incredible Tree of Life, waiting to root down into Mother Earth and stretch our limbs to the Heavens? This is our Truth, and we must not forget it.
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I, for one, am so over not believing in myself. Because whether or not I acknowledge it, I will always have the capacity to grow that much. To GIVE that much (I mean, just think for a moment how much LIFE is sustained by a single tree.) We must not dishonor our own beautiful potential with harshness and criticism. Our work is to get quiet—watch and listen for what we ourselves need in nurturance to grow into our fullness and rootedness. And then do it.
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As a sapling in this Circle of Life, I see and honor each of you in your growth, your process, and your potential. I believe in you, and I pray you can believe in you too.
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Sending Light to all beings, Danielle

Until The Question Fades

UNTIL THE QUESTION FADES
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staring out this window
paper moths flutter past the screen
crickets converse in a dialect i’ve yet to pick up
feeling nearly excluded
from this strange and beautiful place
thinking how i will never have
solace in knowing i’m right
in the choices i’ve made and am making
how the thing called happiness
is never unchanging enough
to derive this measure
because there is no measure
there is only this
right now
and i wish
god i wish
my trust was certainty enough
to make the wisdom settle in
to make it feel okay
make me okay
or even just help me breathe
a little more
every day
until the question
eventually fades

Give Me Roots