I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.”

I suppose what I’m trying to offer here, both to myself and to you, is this:

Permission to trust what is happening when you can’t seem to find the words.

Permission to take off your meaning-making hat and simply soften into the moment.

Permission to let what you love change shape, change output, change impact.

Permission to remember what brings you most alive, most here .

Permission to return to the work of your heart, even after taking space from it.

Permission to allow your life to be yours first, to be for you first.

Permission to gently notice where you’re undernourished by your own patterns.

Permission to let certain wisdom take decades to truly acquire.

Permission to shift the way you approach what you do, with care and love.

Permission to take a step back, take a beat, take a break.

Permission to let the audience in your head fade to the background.

Permission to serve your own aliveness before offering it up to others.

Permission to trust the mysterious unfolding instead of trying to pin it down.

Permission to stay with the unknowable instead of trying to know.

Permission to live out all your private experiences, just for you.

Permission to keep your most sacred moments and thoughts sacred.

Permission to show up differently than you have been, to evolve.

Permission to linger in the questions longer than you’re comfortable.

Permission to tend to your own process, your own inner world.

Permission to be carried by the surprise of your own unfolding.

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