You may travel or dance or sing instead of writing through your pain, but know what you need and go about incorporating it into your gorgeous new story.
We are all deserving of life without fear... We want, we need, to get over the drive of hatred, and stop acting like ignorant children.
I don’t want to carry my heart around like a burden anymore. I long for connection and compassion and partnership.
“Yes, you’re allowed to have this joy. So irresistible that you can’t keep your paws off it. There is no longer any other way to be,” my Earth whispers to me as I return after too long an absence. “Yes, this joy is for you. Just take it.” How could it be that ...
I learned that this is what happens with hearts that need to be buried, and souls that have gotten too heavy and weary:
Sometimes we don't know we have made it through a tumultuous period of our life, or that we have overcome a traumatic experience for the most part, until we're 10 years down the road, when we notice that there have been months strung together where we weren't aching or raving or raging or ...
I’ve never said this out loud to another person before. I’ve been struggling lately, and noticing my desire for comfort. To just be next to someone and be held. I’ve never wanted it before. Or maybe I haven’t let myself want it, but I do want it.