Cloudy skies
There is no need to hold your breath while waiting for the future. There is no need to let your heart beat outrun your brain when handling stressful situations. All things are perfect in their flaws, all moments are exactly what they need to be.
Good morning,
Thank you for coming to this page and spending the most valuable thing you have in this way, your time. I will try to honor it, to see it as a gift, it is truly humbling when someone takes the time to listen to my thoughts. I will attempt to be a good steward of your moments.
Being gentle with others has never been difficult for me, I am lucky that my heart defaults it’s anger inward, the challenge now has been to realize that there is room for gentleness in all. Speaking softly is not a weakness, it takes great strength to have the confidence to not try and prove your might. I do however often find myself in situations where my ego rears its head and that fire in my chest begins to rise in defense of its own fragility. It’s so lovely to have a machine in my pocket that simulates this daily and gives me a safe space to practice leading with compassion. I am reflecting this week on this, on the slow deliberate strength of a gentle hug, on the joy of rain (hard not to when it’s a daily occurrence) and the cleansing power of the ocean (my sinuses get well rinsed in the washing machine nearly daily). I am practicing the things I am not good at, deliberately slowing down my approaches, and being as fully present for those I love as I can. I hope you are feeling love in your days, and warmth in your nights. Thank you for being yourself on this rock of carbon based confusion barreling towards chaos.
Love,
Fitz
There is beauty in the rain
One that I am realizing I have a hard time seeing
I am a creature of the sun, born on the day she has her longest dance across the sky
I have clung to her for longer than any other
Chasing her with top down limited clothes and an ability to bask rivaled only by our cold blooded friends
Sun alone however, will not grow the flowers
The trees cannot live exclusively by her grace
It is a cycle of clouds
Condensation being stolen by the very light that gives life
Moisture and coolness healing the burns of her radiation
Yet I sit like a fool peering through the clouds
Waiting for my love
The shade, the heaviness, the clouds
They are protecting my fragile nature
Not letting me go too far
Bask too long
Burn the very essence from my bones
So to do we often shy from the darker parts of our selves
The cloudy corners of our soul
The quiet protection of the damage life bestows on those who stride boldly into the challenge
They are not the warmth that is easy
Their importance is gentle, their heaviness essential
So I’ll go to my therapy, and sit in their shadows
They will never last forever so it’s best to just cherish them when we can
