Self-portrait

I am made of mountains and salt water, 

of long runs, long rides, long nights 

and hard truths.

I am a curator of beautiful chaos, 

living many lives inside one body, 

surviving storms and 

starting over with impossible tenderness.

I can revisit the past, 

but I can't shrink back into it.

I believe freedom is sacred 

and laughter is holy.

Some days I am discipline 

and sharp edges. 

Others, I am barefoot at sunset.

I love wild ideas, 

chocolate and coffee, 

radical honesty, 

sensuality, solitude and 

people brave enough to evolve.

I am no longer interested in perfection. 

I am interested in aliveness.

I am still becoming, 

still writing myself in the space 

between what is spoken 

and what survives being said.