hope, inner-work

Courage, dear heart

I feel like a butterfly that is figuring out how the heck to get untangled from its cocoon. It’s a little awkward.

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Art, Writing & Big Magic, hope

You can change how the story ends

This past week I was finding myself teetering between shutting down ("I'm going to ignore Facebook right now") and also automatically writing the story's ending. ("This is Nazi, Germany. This escalates from here. Next comes the [insert parade of horrors]").  But then I realized that when my mind creates that ending, that is the ending we get. So I decided to choose a different ending. This story will end with love of millions raising voices and declaring, we demand ferocious, expansive love that protects, lifts, reunites and heals.