From the bottom of the well, they threw a rope. The tug of war — at the center of my core. Red. All I saw was red — Curled up like the koru In the darkness — te kore. No hues on the seabed, But the lifeline they threw. The mothers and fathers, The chains of my lineage — I could not bear to pull My weight. I could not bear to weave My strand of the story. Take it from me — the burden. But from the bottom of the well, they threw a rope. The tug was tender, the pull was faint, And in the red I saw — My heart humming still, Perfectly tuned To the bliss and bruises Of a fine world To which I belong. The mothers and fathers, Running through my veins, Held me in the well, Held me in the pain. They said: “It is yours — the gift of life. Weave it, with a rope, With a tug of war at the centre of your core. Weave it — with a broken heart, With a living heart. Weave it.'' -A poem that came to me tonight. Notes: Koru – A spiral shape based on the unfurling fern frond, symbolising new life, growth, and return to the source. Te Kore – The void or realm of potential; in Māori cosmology, the place of nothingness from which all creation begins.

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Last night while reading my work, all I could see were my mistakes on posts, articles, and in the programs I had made. My mind reviewed how many times people DM me about a mistake in a post they want me to correct. My eye for detail just kept noticing how often these mistakes were happening. I could feel my face become flushed and my inner critic having a talk with me and I didn’t like it. I had to break the conversation going on in my head. I realized the new year does not ask you to become someone else. It just gives you a clean edge of paper and watches what you do with the first line. Most people start by trying to write a masterpiece… And that is exactly how the page stays blank. I’ve learned that perfection is not a high standard. It is just a safest hiding place. It lets you say, “I care deeply,” about what other people think, without letting anyone witness you caring deeply. It lets you hold your vision in a sealed jar where nothing can touch it, including life. Real devotion is different. Devotion is not intensity. It is consent.Consent to be seen mid-formation. Consent to be a beginner in public.Consent to make something that has your fingerprints on it. If you want this year to be different, stop asking, “What is my perfect plan.” Ask a stranger question. “What truth am I willing to live out loud, even when my voice shakes or people see my mistakes.” Because your work does not need to be flawless to be holy…It needs to be inhabited. My one sentence for the year: “Starting the new year with devotion turns your intentions into motion… one honest step at a time.” When I feel stopped, am procrastinating, or avoiding… I just ask myself. 1. What part of me benefits when I keep “preparing” instead of beginning? 2. If I just let it be real, what would I publish, say, offer, or ask for this week? 3. What would change if my measure of success was sincerity, not polish? I have to be able to let my devotion lead the way and break any habit that has been holding me back.

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