THIS!

Just. This.

This. This. This.

This is what my week has been!

I haven't mentioned it, possibly because of relationship issues with my muse, but the forces of synchronicity have actually been quite strong this week.

Here it is, showing up again! Consistency counts.

Yesterday, I tried to describe the way I felt as being tangled in a dense melt, and felt silly suggesting something so seemingly fluid as melting could also be experienced as dense and tangled.

What if we didn't blow it off when the gracious and beautiful in the world is offering a hand, or a shoulder to lean on, in life? I'm being held up by this piece of nature.

The courage to show up every day, exposing the messy, is made possible by being able to see the beauty of the process. Maybe there is a kind of beauty in the not knowing what to do, or where to go...the crashing.

I love how this article tells about the ice glistening "because of sun shining on frost flowers that had formed overnight."

I'm hit with the revelation that what I thought was the worst, most embarrassing week, so far, is actually part of magnificent beauty, if I allow it to be.

Some questions:

What if what you saw as a disaster, and thought was only ugly about yourself and your life, was actually beautiful? What if you didn't get thrown off by the "ugly phase" and stayed with the uncomfortableness to see what's being made?

What if it was ok to let go, melt into your calling, creatively connect, and become art?

What if grace was for you?

I had no idea, in the deep of night on Day 18, what I was in the middle of!

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20 Days to get here. 4 Monday-Fridays. Almost a whole month has passed.

This image of ice stacking on Lake Superior leaves me with much less to say, now, but in a good way!
I could sit here and watch on repeat until I fall asleep because I'm so thrilled to still be alive!

I'd been growing increasingly discouraged about my struggles to show up, but then it dawned on me, this morning. While 20 days is a good stretch of showing up, it's just 20 days!

The truth is, I'm still struggling to get out what I'm really wanting to say, and it makes me feel like a wreck!

But I'm thinking forward, taking steps every day to grow.
Sometimes my movement looks and sounds like brokenness and crashing, but that's ok! It's all part of something much bigger, and there's beauty and value in this process!

Something is being made! I know the "ugly phase" is part of the magic!

I'm 13,119 days into my journey, and I've accomplished more in the last 20 days of it than I have in my entire lifetime, just by showing up and consistently engaging in the realm of the Great Unknown.

Perspective.

I got majorly excited, and admittedly a bit more freaked out, but then I released my freaking, and let it gracefully drift away with all the other melting chains in me.

I might have even teared up.

The element of water is taking over me, and it's not always a bad thing.

PS. Have I mentioned how much I <3 Cloud Cult? ;)