Grateful for being willing to do the inner work to look deeper, to chip away and find my authenticity. To the eye, these geodes were nothing more than roundish rocks. But when we got them to open up, there was so much more there. I realize I’m like a geode, you know. I can hide what I am and what I believe and the gifts I have or I can choose to do the work and crack open my authenticity to reveal sparkling crystals within. And that is what I choose. (OK, so maybe I helped the geodes with a chisel and a hammer, but I think they’re much more authentic now, with their riches made available for eyes to see.)