It started with an exhale of sadness,
a sigh of relief,
and a whisper from my soul.

I am different,
can you see it?

I am whole in my broken pieces because I know them more intimately now.  I pick each one up often to inspect it, turning it over in my hand with furrowed brow and loving eyes.  I'm talking to myself.  I'm listening to myself.  Sometimes, I'm even healing myself.

I am different,
can you see it?

I'm not lost, but I am surely wandering.  I'm not empty-handed.  I have a compass now and I'm curious about my path.  I'm moving and I'm slowly making my way.  And that feels like perfect timing.

I am different,
can you see it?

There is a little sparkle in my eye.  It might be a tear I just cried, but I am happy because I make it so.  I have these tiny, giggling creatures clinging to my leg, filling my hugs, resting on my lap.  His arms always reaching for me and my name is on his chubby lips.  Her crazy hair always framing her grinning face and she loves to swing - leaned back in the sunshine with her eyes closed.  And we have dance parties.

I am different,
can you see it?

I'm not frantic, though I may seem determined.  I'm not anxious, though I do feel focused.  I'm deliberate with my giving.  I'm disciplined with my time.  I'm not interested in small talk; only in honest stories.  And I'll wait for a really, good listener.  There's an ever-present humming, like bees working in their hive.  It is subtle, but steady.  I  jump-started something in my heart.  I shifted my loyalty back to myself and it's nudging me along to the things that feel good.

All I know is,
I am different.
I can feel it.

Lindsay

Lindsay

Momma from Maine trying to start a movement. I want you to remember yourself. I want you to feel calm, clear, creative, and connected.