I have a deep, profound love for Rumi. In moments of desperation like this moment, like last night, like last Tuesday, whenever desperation seeks me out I have to get quiet and think about cultivating that which I am truly here in this life to do, because desperation isn't it.
Yoga pants and a tiny body don't make me perfect. My ability to weather storms for myself by myself... that is what I am seeking.
To become my own shelter.