Badass: With A Side Of Sacred Wisdom Just For You

By Jeanette LeBlanc

Dear you.

I know you.

I know you wear your heart on your sleeve.  I know that heart is pieced together from soft driftwood and tattered suitcases and old skeleton keys and the shards of pottery you’ve tucked in your pockets from all the things you’ve seen break along your journey.

I know your soul glitters with the fragments of love affairs and fiery passion and endless nights of candlelight and whispers against bare skin.  I know you hear the echoes of long gone trains and feel the pulse of memory reminding you of things you’ve not encountered in this lifetime. I know that sometimes, the way sunlight filters through trees can bring you to your knees in breathless gratitude.

I know the path has taken you to unexpected worlds and that you’ve seen beauty beyond measure and experienced the sort of kindness that cracks you wide open.

I know it has also been hard and your edges have been made rough and sharp and then worn down, again and again.  I know that you’ve been told that you feel too much and that you can’t quite shake the fear that you’ll never truly be enough.

And I know you are tired, love.

I know the ache lodged in your bones.

I know it has been a long road and you yearn for rest and comfort and home.

But I’ve also seen you twirling, barefoot in the grass by moonlight. And that moon? She is dancing with the sun and this wild spinning earth, coaxing the ocean to crash on the shore, over and over again, just for you.

And I know there are stars traveling unfathomable distances and burning to dust when they enter our atmosphere so that you can breathe a little bit of light into your soul when you need it the most.

And then there is you. Throwing open the doors, ushering the spirit inside and keeping your rebel heart pulsing strong. You. Keeper of wonder.

The child of every revolution this world has ever seen.

What power you hold.

What tremendous mystery and magic live in your center. How blessed this world is to know the mystical, untamable brilliance that is you.

Just look around you. At the beauty and the bliss. At the terror and the teardown. At the utter certainty and every last unknown. It is all a part of your story. Part of how you were made.

Embers of grace and grit. Ashes of breakdown and breakthrough.

Born of fire.

Made of light.

Badass with a side of sacred wisdom.  

Exploding like fireworks across the night sky.

 

originally published on peacelovefree.com http://www.peacelovefree.com/2014/07/09/embers-grace-grit-love-letter-driftwood-hearts/
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Jeanette LeBlanc
Jeanette spent most of her life working very hard to be a good girl. One day she woke up and decided to write her way out of her own life - things haven’t been the same since. Single mama to two ridiculously unruly daughters, Jeanette believes in the smooth honey burn of whiskey, the crashing of mama ocean, pencil skirts, vintage band tees and fringed boots, the kinship of the wild wolf, walking for miles in unfamiliar cities, that the burn down always precedes the rise, the singular power of dark red lipstick and the necessity of putting out for the muse on the regular. Oh yea - and that sometimes our stories are the only things that can save us. Jeanette writes at www.peacelovefree.com and is the creator and founder of '30 Questions To Bring You Closer To Your Wild Heart' and Wild Heart Writers.
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