on self love.

the moment came when I realized what was worth fighting for and it came barging through into existence like a runaway freight train. The importance of love. Tangled up in the mountains, streams — the breeze. Swirling around me. Possibility. Expansion and opportunities awakened. Gratitude for the lightning, thunder and trees tangled up in heaps, piled at the base of something big and not all beautiful and still full of tenderness and newness. What I needed was to feel this again and even though familiar, it was different and secure and emanated from me — outward. Instead of the old other way around. Shining out. Reaching. Arms outstretched and sun on my face. Warmth. Self love, first.