-- Ritual --
I don’t need to be pure to be holy. I don’t need to be soft to be sacred. Sacred isn’t innocence and gentleness. It’s how you move through the ordinary and meet yourself in the moments no one sees. I don’t need to fit anyone's vision of what love and light should look like. Because my light holds shadow and my love has dirt under its nails and if I carry any wisdom…it was shaped by living it. Not by reading about it.
My path is not about perfection, it's about presence. It’s about walking through the beauty and the chaos with eyes wide open. And letting life touch me without taking me. Not ascending; arriving. In integrity. Staying with the unknown as it dissolves ridged absolutes, listening to the longing without knowing where it leads. Letting the mystery soften my edges until even my shadows learn how to bow.
Holy is not a religious word. It does not belong to institutionalised devotion. Holy is not about being ‘good’. It’s about being true. Standing in integrity even when it costs you. Especially when it costs you. Holy is the choice to stay honest when silence would be easier. And to choose alignment over approval. I’ve seen thieves who preach, and tyrants who pray. I do not need to perform their rituals to walk in truth. Ritual is what we reach for when we’ve forgotten who we are. And when devotion turns into performance… fanaticism is never far behind. So… my only ritual is being what I am and remembering that what I am is what was here before I defined it. I never needed to be pure. Only to remove everything that told me I wasn’t.
