Arriving at that place, New terrain, new surroundings… and yet, that familiar feel. I am at a crossroad. Another turning point, In a life of discovery. It is here I reflect, it is here I rest, it is here I experience my Self. It is here I can simply be. No need to rush, no
If I came to life as a flower, or maybe when I was… I’d see myself as a Peony. By far my favorite flower. Somehow writing that makes it sound full of ego, let’s say it’s the heavy dosing of self-love. Indeed I’d be a pink Peony, the color my eyes see as love, for
Written about a month ago… idk why WP decided to re-publish.
The birthing of a book started today and this is an excerpt from the first chapter. Near the end of the first chapter where I already laid a lot of groundwork on things you may not understand when reading this bit. However, I hope you enjoy. Although my blog will not contain much from the book itself… I hope you find it interesting and I will keep you posted as it builds, grows and becomes. Thank you for reading and I would love your words of encouragement in the comments! It’s not easy putting it all out there yet I’ve found it creates an amazing space for us all to heal, feel less alone and find the ability to embrace our uniqueness.
I wrote this back in March of 2016 and a dear friend created/painted the accompanying picture based on the words and feeling I was expressing. He’s the Artista. He also knew where I was coming from. Today similar feelings are stirred and I feel… raw, vulnerable and completely letting go of control. I don’t like control… it screams of lack. I don’t like drama. I really just want to love life. This painting got hung up again today. Vulnerability hurts so much more than control… but that’s where Love exists. … and I love.