i know you're hungry for success, fulfillment, confidence, connection (defined on your terms of course). you want to bring your gifts forward and be recognized, acknowledged and appreciated. you want to stop operating in survival mode and tap into your capacity to thrive. but the question is always the same... how?
somewhere along the way we have forgotten how magic and miraculous we are. we have forgotten that we, cell and synergy, can regrow bones, can transform pain into pleasure can catalyze weakness into strength.
i am the mystery embodied. what i need to know sprouts through me, inevitably surfacing with clarity. sometimes, frequently through the necessary midwifery of a sister singing my song, singing my strength and grace back into the roots of the insights already blossoming.
maybe vulnerability is the greatest key we hold to our collective healing. not vulnerability held close like in a poker game we are trying to win, but vulnerability revealed, vulnerability laid out for those around us to see.
the muse is a fickle lover. and i don't blame her one bit. i wouldn't stick around for a make out session or at the very least some meaning full conversation if my playmate went searching through the internet instead.
It is so easy to keep reaching for more, to keep doing, to keep pushing, to keep striving. It is so easy because the noisy momentum of an achievement happy world keeps pushing on us to be more, have more, do more.
she is bad-assery in motion and terrifyingly life-between-her-teeth kind of raw. she hovers in the periphery. looming ever closer the more i remember and reclaim of all that's been lost or blindly given away.