I’m here to live wildly, finish fiercely and change the world by being fully myself.
~~Renee
I used to be stone deaf. I would see people stand up and go through all kinds of gyrations. The called it dancing. It looked absurd to me—until one day—I heard the music!
~~Anthony De Mello, The Song of the Bird
During my break, I marked the end of the year with my typical celebrations, and I also spent time celebrating the life of a family member who passed. There were a few significant encounters that demanded presence that I happily offered. In all . . .
I was sad, and it felt like life.
I was joyful, and it felt like life.
I howled with laughter for an hour straight, and it felt like life.
The laughter was the prelude to devastation (and that, too, felt like life).
I listened.
I held space.
I trusted—and was asked to be trusted.
And all of it felt like rich presence to life.
I lost sleep.
I felt fear.
I witnessed transcendent strength alongside utter destruction.
I wished.
I hoped.
I believed in the power of love.
It was a slice of life.
May every moment be breathed deeply—as juicy, as authentic, and as honored as these two weeks.
Love,
Renee