This week I lost two people I loved in the space of 24 hours. One by death and one by choice.
Two different types of grief that blurred inside of me and made me wonder how much pain I can hold. When you think your heart can’t take another hit, it keeps stretching, because the heart is soft and it can expand and always make more space and I suppose that’s the beauty and the danger of it.
On Tuesday morning I packed this big bag of heavy emotions and took a train to Paris. I spent time with a beloved friend. We laugh a lot, cry, I create what I love to create, I wander and I wonder.
As so often, joy and pain dance together and I'm filled with awe at the honour to do this life, with these people. Endings are powerful. They give you so much clarity.
Time is precious, it's cliché but it puts things in perspective when your time with someone comes to an end. We just don't know how much we have of it. How long we can love someone. How often we can hold them.
Reminder that it's imperative to choose people close to you in self awareness, maturity and courage. Life is infinitely harder trying to bridge the gap when those things are missing. Life flows more openly, effortlessly and honest when you're surrounded by kindred souls. The hard stuff is easier with people who are on your level and who want to be. Life feels safe. Don't try and drag people who cannot meet you. Stay away from people who avoid the truth, they're in a fearful place and fear makes for a small life. They just scratch the surface. They are all smart talk and never intentional action. Don't try to convince the ones who don't want to rise up. Accept that it's not their time yet. Be with the ones who are ready now. Pour into people who want what you want: who love truth, who lead with courage and integrity. That's how you build a power team to do life WELL and FULL. Time is truly too precious for anything less than that.