Love your imperfections

I used to sit in candlelight and write.  I would write about lost love and innocent mistakes. I would write about kneeling at swords that have no fate. Moments when I lost myself then found my way to grace. Mostly I wrote about the different ways my heart breaks. Little fragments seem to flake away. I can feel rough edges as they push their way out of shape. I used to think I could bend myself. I could find a way to fit in their frame. Once I got there I knew I had been chasing the wrong thing. We let people step in and influence our space. Some of them change our landscape, but they are visitors in our frames. We should stick to our values and protect our projections. We master our crafts when we learn to love our imperfections. Our nagging hearts require our attention. 4/28/2020