I am devoted to growth.

I am devoted to self expression.

I am devoted to being a present and playful mom.

I am devoted to forgiving myself for all the times I am not present and playful.

I am devoted to my main squeeze and continuous laughter.

I am devoted to seeing things differently.

I am devoted to my practice.

I am devoted to making things that add beauty and light to this world.

I am devoted to stepping into the fullest version of myself that I can be.

This poem is inspired by a poem Elena Brower wrote and shared at ABC Carpet and Home.

What are you devoted to? I’d LOVE to hear.

I love you when you compare, when you judge, and when you think you are less than.

I love you when you doubt your worth and your value.

I love you when you are eating one last cookie, and checking your email one last time right before bed.

I love you when you fail.

I love you when you worry.

I love you when you think you can’t.

I love you when you are scared to be you.

I love you when you believe your limiting beliefs.

Because those are the times I can practice compassion and forgiveness towards you and do my best to send nothing but love.

I love you, I forgive you, I release you.

When can you give yourself the opportunity to love? I’d love to hear.

I am from the enchanting moon and it’s pull on my heart.

I am from wonder.

I am from dance.

I am from seeds planted centuries ago.

I am from the leaf that falls gracefully from the tree.

I am from deep questioning and the arrival of an honest answer.

I am from bliss.

I am from practice.

I am from the magic of the stars.

I am from the rustle of something deeper yearning to be received.

I am from pathways that zig and then zag, yet always return home.

Where are you from? In the most literal or abstract sense? Write a poem and share it, I know I for one would love to hear.