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Soil of My Soul

May 8, 2015 by Erin Hofseth 3 Comments

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Who am I?

I have many titles: Mother, Wife, Daughter, Sister, Friend.

I have the darkness of my past: heartbreaks, mistakes, betrayals, grief, pain, shame.

…and the light of my past: successes, achievements, acknowledgements, approval, relationships, rewards.

I have perceived and conflicting ideals: physical beauty, originality, goodness, pride, fragility, power, grace, independence, humility, confidence.

Yet, despite the tangible evidence, I am still lost. Reliant on the words of others; the computer, the TV, the approval of my peers, I can’t get through the weeds. Deep in the soil of my soul, I am Me; gritty, earthy, and raw. The heartbeats of my children live there. As do the spirits of lost loves, the hope of eternal life, and the forgiveness that I will someday grant myself.

That place is watered with my own tears and fed by the determination to keep going, even when it seems impossible. It’s molded by the hands of people who stepped in when I needed them most. Their soft voices assuring me that I’m strong enough, good enough, and able to overcome.

In that place where Me lives, I look in the mirror and see beauty. Not because I see perfection, but because I see the unique signs of a life gifted to Me. I see stretch marks and scars. I see breasts that have been nursed, and skin that has been kissed by the sun. I see art. I see life. I see my babies.

In the same way that I yearn to find Me, I yearn for you to find You. The gritty You. The You that looks at herself in the mirror and says: I am enough. That place, where You lives, is impervious to the messages of our time. There is no right size, right shape, or right color. You’ll find no ultimate, self-defining achievement, or the identity-determining (dis)approval from others.

In this place, there are no words of hate or self-loathing.

In this place, there is only peace:

Sunshine-on-your-face peace.
Rain-on-the-window-pane peace.
The sound-of-the-ocean peace.
Butterflies-in-the-garden peace.

This peace resides deep in the soil of our souls. This peace can change the world.
Let’s go there together.

Filed Under: Featured Writing, Poetry, Spirit

About Erin Hofseth

Erin Hofseth lives in Seaside Oregon with her two little boys, husband, and faithful black dog. She was raised in Cannon Beach, venturing away from the Oregon coast only briefly in her life to attend college at George Fox University, explore Homer, Alaska, and travel through Central and South America. Writing has been a creative outlet for as long as she can remember. Having been published in a variety of magazines and websites, Erin writes mostly for a North Coast local alternative newspaper, Hipfish Monthly. Aside from writing, she enjoys dancing, surfing, hiking, reading, creating, and most of all, observing the world through the eyes of her two children.

Comments

  1. Jennifer Childress says

    May 9, 2015 at 8:37 am

    I am in love with the gritty you. Both the words and the reality that those words represent. Thank you Erin as always for taking the time to express such truth.

    Reply
    • Erin Hofseth says

      May 9, 2015 at 10:57 am

      Thanks Jennifer. You’ve been one of those soft voices helping me along in my journey to finding that gritty Me. Happy Mother’s Day. I love you.

      Reply
  2. Vinny Ferrau says

    May 17, 2015 at 10:06 am

    i Absolutely LOVE this piece Erin, Thank You…..

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