The Most Important Thing

I am making a home inside myself. A shelter of kindness where everything is forgiven, everything allowed — a quiet patch of sunlight to stretch out without hurry, where all that has been banished and buried is welcomed, spoken, listened to — released.

A fiercely friendly place I can claim as my very own.

I am throwing arms open to the whole of myself — especially the fearful, fault-finding, falling apart, unfinished parts, knowing every seed and weed, every drop of rain, has made the soil richer.

I will light a candle, pour a cup of tea, gather around the warmth of my own blazing fire. I will howl if I want to, knowing this flame can burn through any perceived perfectionism, any lying limitation, every heavy thing.

I am making a home inside myself where grace blooms in grand and glorious abundance, a shelter of kindness that grows all the truest things.

I whisper hallelujah to the friendly sky.

Watch now as I burst into blossom.

— Julia Fahrenbacher