a constellation of scars
Truth be told, this one little word is a hard won battle scar as much as it is a beautiful prayer.
Indelibly. Infinitely. Unfailingly.
Because I sometimes forget the lesson when it comes to my own heart, and every so often I still get lost in wild tangles of despair.
I need this reminder, this breadcrumb trail back to my own true north... that love comes not from being worthy or good enough, that it is not something to strive for or earn, rather it's embedded in every molecule of being and alive in every single breath. Yours and mine.
We only have to choose it, to believe it, to allow it.
I continue to learn this lesson, again and again.
My skin already holds endless stories of sadness and loss, scars like constellations that have kissed my flesh too bright and hot, to slowly fade with the painful memories of burning stars.
Maybe this word can claim some of that back, fill the space between suffering and becoming, a salve for all the parts that ache and sometimes seem too much or at times, broken. It's a mantra to place solidly over my own heartcenter or press into the palm of another, one that I can never turn away from. Whatever I reach for, whoever I touch, love will be there to blaze its truth so that I might not forget again so easily.
Love and be loved.
In the flesh, forever.