If there's one thing that this apparent lack has taught me over and over again throughout the past year, it is simply this: Whether I recognize it or not, "enough" is already right here, in this very moment.
As Mother's Day approaches, I am humbled by these lessons of partnership, as well as those of parenthood -- the privilege of birthing your best teacher, seeing your clearest mirror, and walking beside your greatest reminder for a lifetime.
We are all born worthy. Somewhere along the way, depending on our circumstances, some of us learn to believe otherwise. What better time than now to realize (see with our real eyes) that we are worthy of our fondest dreams and better?
I have to wonder if it wouldn't be more cozy in general if we could admit our torn feelings about this chocolate, heart-filled and too often twisted holiday, and feel a sense of belonging on the day just because we are -- just the way we are.
Why do we sell books as if they were potatoes when many of them are actually more like truffles? Hard coal, everyday sea salt, water, topsoil. They go for the same price, everywhere, because it's all the same.