A Sacred Glorious Mess

Purism, purity, perfectionism, and other exhausting orthodoxies we need to quit asap!

Let’s talk about a quiet poison. The kind that comes dressed in silk, whispering sweet nothings like “just try a little harder” or “you’re almost there, just one more tweak.”

It’s not loud. It doesn’t storm in. It drips — steadily — like a leaky faucet in the back of your psyche.
A steady hum of: cleaner, better, purer, neater, holier, correct-er…

Today we…