03/10/2026
A few days before my 40th bday in 2024, my Little Self piped up to quell my existential stress over having "not yet earned the title of 40 years old. "
She told me,
" Hey! You know who you are, and that's plenty! You show up every day to share that truth. Celebrate how much of life you've managed to live, not how much more you want to do."
A friend today happened to mention the weeping willow tree, not knowing it would trigger this memory of the song my other versions of self gave to me that day, 2 years ago.
I will be 42 on March 11th, and for my earth entrance day, I invite each of YOU to sit with all your versions of self in REVERENCE over regret or this "not enough-ness" that is pervasive.
Visiting with ourselves is so important. Not selfish, not selfish absorbed- but sacred.
We've all had a whole story already, and honoring that story sends waves of compassion throughout our cellular & spiritual system, saying
"Hey- we are still here, and that's impressive. I see you. I love all parts of you."
We all have ugliness inside; things we know we are "better than." We also all have power, and beauty, and magic.
Standing tall in owning our journey doesn't negate places we feel bad about- it acknowledges where we've grown, and what we've survived.
I know that little Marisa thinks I'm super cool.
I did all the things she had planned for me.
And I'm only 42!
So here's to tending to our sensitive souls with the attention of a strong garden- because we are, in fact, a garden- and gardens always have surprises that suck...but they survive, anyways.
Or- try again, with new seeds.
And that's life.
I am all these things in the song, but not as singular events.
You are all the things in YOUR song, but not as singular events.
Sending love to all parts of you, and all parts of me.
🕊
XO
Marisa & 42 years of song 🎵
