Lupe and I must have walked the loop at Hoopes Park a thousand times, or more. In ten-degree freezing black ice, navigating lethal dangerous walkways (and fallen more than once), on grey-cloud, weepy wet gloomy days. You name it. We’ve dredged through it. It helps, ya’ know. The walk. To free the brain from the pressure, dark and dangerous thinking. Easing up, releasing the unrelenting anxiety. When we walk past the white pristine house
I love this. Because inside these words says a whole lot about me. And because I did not make it. Someone I respect and admire did. #werk Because she’s cool like that, I’m cool like that.
Loving yourself takes time. I didn’t know not exactly, not until this moment. I never believed brushing aside the possibility of happy. Tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow I’ll embrace the quirks and eccentrities. Tomorrow. Funny time wasted. Not funny. This end of April Sunday close to May, I stand at the fault line. Middle-aged. The compost pile is toppling from all the shit dumped over the years. I don’t know about you, maybe you were born over-confident.
Namaste, Victoria. <3 Namaste. “Jacqueline’s first novel The Vast Landscape is an amazing tribute to who she is. It is insightful and explosive all in one breath. It draws the reader in and inflicts an addiction of enormous proportions. I can only hope there is a follow up to this work. Sometimes we find our dharma and it engulfs us body and soul, congrats!” Victoria Fitzgerald RYT CEO & Founder