Wherever you are,
Settle yourself.
Bring your breath into your body and your body into this space,
This here and now.
Welcome to a hit of hope.
We all have scars.
From a bike and a sidewalk,
From a knife and a potato.
But if you're anything like me,
You might feel differently about one scar than you do about another.
Maybe you are proud of one because it reminds you how hard you fought,
How well you played.
Maybe you are ashamed of another because it brings up nothing but suffering,
Pain,
Sorrow.
We all have scars,
Places where we have been wounded,
Outside and in.
Sit.
Breathe.
What matters is how we think about our scars,
How we talk about them.
When we consider our scars,
We can say,
I have been wounded.
See,
Here's the proof.
Sit.
Breathe.
When we consider our scars,
We can say,
I was wounded and I survived.
Sit.
Breathe.
When we consider our scars,
We can say,
Here they are.
And now I'm going to carry these scars with me as reminders.
Reminders that I can be hurt.
Reminders that I can heal.
My scars are reminders that I am a bad-ass warrior who is so feckin' fierce,
Who gets up again and again and again.
Namaste.