Hi, friends! I couldn't share today's poem without mentioning
. By now, most of you probably know of their passing, and what a profound effect they have had on the world.I wrote this poem in June of last year without any conscious thought of their work, but I like to think their quote — “In the end, I want my heart to be covered in stretch marks.” — was floating around in my brain somewhere when it surfaced.
Stretch marks on my heart
What will you allow in, when you soften?
Everything —
Everything. 
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This beautiful nugget feels to me like it must have come from a place of true softening. So powerful. Thank you, friend. 💗
Beautiful. And I love the picture.