My heart purrs in delight for luscious lattes, humming coffee shops, blank journal pages that listen like a soul-mate friend.
Savoring foamy sips of caffeinated bliss, I write. I write to untangle thoughts, befriend the teachings of feelings, and dance tiptoe on the edge of epiphanies.
Writing stretches and strengthens my instinct, my intuition, my imaginative powers.
Writing propels forward movement toward a revelation, a forgiving, an acceptance, a deepening.
Writing is the ritual of hOMecoming.
The entries that will be, the experiences that will shape stories, the stories that will momentarily reflect me, will be born here, will find hOMe here, and here, I bow in gratitude to the you reading this snapshot of intention, declaration, confession.
I beam you golden vibes and toast a cappuccino to you, because you are breathing, heartbeating, and gorgeous with purpose, potential, radiant complexity, and honeyed enoughness.
And I’m humbled and thrilled that you’re here. Yes, yes, sparkly true, because I believe in stories and writing as portals for connection. If we soften our holdings to opinions, judgments, expectations, then stories can work their unique magic in uniting us to our shared humanity. They possess the power to cultivate compassion, empathy, and ignite curiosity, and another’s shared story can spark our own quest, our own exploration for lessons and learnings weaving and spinning in mini-universes that ache to overlap.
Perhaps, our stories – yours and mine – are destined to overlap here, too. But I must be brave in my selfish honesty and include that I write to appease and indulge and feed a creative force that surges and rivers through my being.
I write because this is my act of creation, my seeking of clarification, my embracing of journeying in the grand whirl of messy and glorious living. I write to feel vibrantly alive in sparkling creativity, and to smooth out channels for deeper breathing.
I write to breathe.
So perhaps, these entries will invite a fuller, slower, softer breath for you, too. A sigh. An exhalation. An energizing inhalation. Or they may be just a passing impression. Whatever the response, notice, lean into it, breathe into it, and then proceed in courage, compassion, glittery brilliance.
So from a corner of a coffee shop, I hug this web space and send wishes of peace, ease, gentleness and grace.
Cappuccino cheers and lattes of love,
Meredith