We all carry the scars and bruises of life.

Those little, not so little and some times huge hurts and cuts that hinder our ability to live fearlessly and freely in love with being who we are.

Sometimes those happenings stop us dead in our tracks.

Sometimes they make us cry, scream, want to pull our hear out and fall into a hole and cover ourselves up with sand.

Sometimes, we carry them for so long we don’t even notice they’re there.

And sometimes, in carrying them, we become so comfortable with their presence, we don’t want to let them go.

I am off this week to coach at Choices Seminars.

To be immersed in hearts breaking open to discover, they can let go. They can heal. They can begin again.

I won’t be posting. — you know, it’s the long days, short nights, fast sleeps thing of living completely on purpose.

See you next week.