When you gather yourself at the inner altar of your faults, lay flowers and offer incense.
Yes, I am talking about this place; this place that is barren and cold. The space you go when you beat yourself up or try to "fix" yourself, blaming yourself for feeling broken inside, for things not working out or not "doing" life the "right" way. This space, the place of fault and shame; a place human. This is an invitation into the poetry of your heart. A chance to try something new. Every moment is a chance to start over again. Persephone is breathing new breath into the frosty air. Instead come here, to this place where you throw rocks and stones at yourself, Bring flowers and candles and incense and offerings of sweet. Rest your heart on the ground of silence. Let the winds of mystery whisper to you. May the sounds feel like the petals of flowers unfurling and revealing your hidden beauty. Ask here instead to be shown where the love is. What the wisdom is. Bow at this mystery, knowing we cannot know or understand everything. Offer your tears but hold back the stones. Pray instead that you may know love here, to know the gold flowing in through the cracks of your faults. To know and embody this in-between, divinely human. Humanly divine.
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