I gave myself permission to post a picture from April.

The patience of the bluebird. The hunger of the cardinal.

I gave myself permission to write without excuses or apology.

Why haven’t I written on the blog in so long? Why is a space that is so dear to me quiet?

I gave myself permission to sit hard and tight.

What new life would find its way through the shell?

I gave myself permission to listen.

No timeline, no striving, no rushing to the next thing.

I gave myself permission.

Oh friends, I never want you to have to guess or wonder if what I say is true and genuine. I want you to know without a doubt that you hold a tender place in my heart. You are in my prayers – anyone and everyone who reads these words. This space should never be a place of noise or confusion. If it is, then I’ve lost sight.

Deep breaths, words like honey, and a renewed sense that you are not facing this world alone are my gift to you. It may look like stiff, everyday brown paper – but I will find a beautiful ribbon and promise to sit with you while you unwrap your day.

Have you sat quietly for a while? Are you ready to burst forth with hope and kindness? Me too.