springtime

Hi sweetheart,

Something came up today that reminded me how easy it is to get pulled into old patterns—stories about who's right or wrong, who did what, who said what. I used to live in that space a lot. It was exhausting. It made my heart feel tight all the time.

But I’ve learned something that shifted everything for me, you don’t have to stay in that space. You can choose something softer. You can choose forgiveness—not as a way to excuse, but as a way to live freely. You can feel the emotion, understand why it’s there and, most brilliantly, determine fact from fiction. And usually it’s all fiction. We write stories all the time about all the things. Stories based on our internal programming that occurred long before we knew we were absorbing data. And that is not our fault. No more than having an accent based on where you grew up is your fault, or the parents you were born to is your fault. It’s all just data that leads to a framework of the world that is solely one’s own. It has taken me until my 50’s to see it all for what it is and to choose to delete the old, damaged programming and seek a more enlightened way of living in the world.

I don’t carry the weight of blame around anymore. I know that all of us are just doing our best. And this makes me pretty darned resilient, too.

And I want you to know: I see you as only a mother can. My love for you isn’t built on apologies or performance—it’s just there. Like gravity. Like breath.

I don’t live in the old emotional stories anymore. I live here, in the present. In this little corner of the world, evolving, learning, building. Where I choose peace, and attention to what is real today, because my past doesn’t need me - my future does. You are always with me in my heart and, as always, welcome in my life, regardless of how you show up.

Always, always love,
Mum