It’s Good To Be Home #172

How would you describe the details of your so very heavell life? Do those particulars belong solely to you, live in the story of others or are they a connection of both? How about the single term known as beauty and all the things that you believe can be defined by just that phrase? What part of you represents your description of that word? Or what about those “f” moments but especially the weeds? Are there some there that you are failing to lean in to hear? The strongest and the weakest that you will ever be is found in what you perceive of in yourself and then how you compare that knowledge to the similarities as well as the differences that others hold in themselves. In other words, listening to and valuing ourselves through what comes from the outside has a way of encouraging us to not be all right in the place that needs us most on the inside. Even those tricky substances imply where beauty can be located and yet they actually leave each individual walking in circles, lost and fearful, while repeating cycles through the creation of feelings of never being possible; just like that valuing of ourselves from the perspective of others. Those things, though, that you have now will not be encountered in the same manner in the tomorrows unless of course you continue to feed the hell. The best view of what needs to be accepted and or changed lives within you just as you are. Your beauty, then, can actually be found everywhere you are but it is up to you to recognize at least a part of yourself in it rather than believing that the particulars of others or things are the only locations that hold it. It’s good to be home even when that place holds hurt and fear because there’s a love there that will continue on even when it’s been pushed into the shadows. Turn around and get comfortable with the details of your story and the words that you say but especially the beauty of your tears from grief and laughter as only you can experience them. I am going to wait right here for you because despite our similarities and hopes, its our differences that makes each of us essential in this so very heavell life. It’s good to be home because it’s the one place where you are the only perfectly, irritatingly, messy person able to go through in your matter of time. After all, messes always have hidden valuables, you can’t live in someone else’s story nor that person’s idea of beauty and your sometime warrior resides in the feelings that you hold even in the ones that you hate because they feel like hell. Today is the kind of day where you can be all right in the moments that are not all right by breathing in and saying “it’s good to be home” in the place that needs you most. It’s also the one where you can choose to pick your own weeds, smell your own flowers and carry lots of tissues on your trail just in case you feel like laughing until your stomach hurts, have a dreaded “f” moment or discover a different truth about yourself like that only you can define what beauty is from the inside. Have the best day possible for you. Love always, Heavell.