For the second time in my life, I am packing up my home and seeing where the universe guides me… and I’m excited. I’ve never been able to figure out where I’m going. Or who I am. Or why I’m here. Or what this all means. But I do feel like I’m getting closer to something. I’m ready to feel. I’m ready to do the work. I’m ready to connect. There’s a risk that comes with connection, isn’t there. There’s a risk that you’re going to get hurt. Or you’re going to grieve. Or you’re going to feel betrayed. Fear has held me back from so much. I do not have fight or flight when it comes to response… I freeze. I freeze to the point of indecision, of solitude, of self-denial. Learning about yourself, your responses, and your deep-seeded trauma is painful, but when I finally started to do the work, I finally started to heal. When I started to heal, I started to grow. And you know what? I’m going places. It might just be the woods, but that’s somewhere and it’s a beautiful place to be. Come with me. It’s going to be a weird adventure; I just know it.
Lunar Lilies 