Sometimes... I see my puzzle pieces unraveling before me and I feel the urge to reign them in.
Like now, like the past month or two or 12 that have been so ... what's the word ... hard? intricate? with my mother's passing so closely interwoven with my own journey work.
It was time for me to surrender, to hold my hands up to the sky while allowing my guard to slip down around my feet.
There are some roads you just can't walk alone.
That moment of surrender? It's so freeing and weightless, pure liquid silk.
What lies ahead of me feels easier knowing I have guidance, someone to hold my hand.
My passion for life, for my relationships, for my art ... it all feels fresh and renewed. I believe in bigger things being a possibility and that I am worthy, deserving, and capable of having whatever I wish for.
Sometimes all I want is to feel grounded.
Right here, right now. Not ten steps ahead or three years behind.
I am here, feeling better than ever, present in this moment with plenty of soul work ahead and a big load of weight left behind.
This is what healing has been like for me.