I was making it all wrong. Me all wrong. Holding myself as a failure without even consciously realizing. Sitting in the background of my life, with glimmers and glimpses of sharing. Looking at myself as if somehow I’ve got it all wrong. This story that I’ve been rewriting. And it showed up as tiny whispers. It showed up as a big fat belief that I have to figure life out. That if I am unconsciously and innately doing it wrong, then I need to unwind these wires and figure it out. A big hole to climb out of.
And then the eclipse happened. And yes, tons of energetic release. And yes, lots of tears. And talking. And yes, an incredible session with a healer. And softening. And pouring love onto it. And suddenly, it’s like the hole vanished. And somehow I am standing on a mountain, with lush green all around. A stream that bends by the mighty oak tree. Me, in all white. My little ones around. A pace of peace and bounty. So much serendipity and connection.
Somehow my voice has been freed. The little bird in me can sing. And share. I have returned to my center.
Me as the sun. 💛
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