You want to be alive. You want to bloom from your bones. You want to wake up to yourself, moaning with meaning. And you can…

This body—your body—is not something to fix. Not something to apologize for. Not something that has betrayed you…

Joy does not come in the absence of pain. It is not something we earn when we have finally smoothed out all the rough edges. No, joy is born in the very center of it all—when we allow discomfort to exist without resistance, when we find within ourselves…

Here’s the latest letter in my own current practice of courage. From my unfiltered and messy heart to yours…