The falling is written, preordained and assigned to us long before we’re a whisper of a thought, a tiny hinting glimmer in our parent’s eyes. The crashes are destined, they will come despite what we prepare for, they will come despite our best intentions, our talents, our desperate pleas to spare this, if only this time around. We fall, we’re made this way, but it is not this toppling that defines us, that draws the borders around the people we are. It’s the rising. It has always been the rising.
Thank you Tyler! I feel you speaking to my spirit as I wonder how to get up again and stay up. I feel tired, hurt from the falling and excited, energized from the rising. Trust is an arduous practice. “Illumination” is a magnetic anchor into flow and love. Thank you for every ounce you of you residing in those poems. I am unspeakably grateful! ❤️
Thank you Tyler! I feel you speaking to my spirit as I wonder how to get up again and stay up. I feel tired, hurt from the falling and excited, energized from the rising. Trust is an arduous practice. “Illumination” is a magnetic anchor into flow and love. Thank you for every ounce you of you residing in those poems. I am unspeakably grateful! ❤️
These posts are so inspiring, and a reminder to just take a baby step forward. Just one.
I needed this today. Thank you.
So beautiful as always