healing a human heart is a very delicate, messy, beautiful process. there are so many layers. so many corners and crevices and spaces inside the home of my heart that still feel empty some days. places that i am still steadily, slowly replenishing with the source of my own love.
and if I'm being honest...
parts of me are still aching to find shelter in the breadcrumbs of familiarity born from an old reality i no longer belong to.
and in the same breath, there are wiser parts of me begging me to gaze upwards and onwards as baby wildflowers of renewal bloom from the wreckage of what has once been.
the trembling ground in between timelines. the old decaying beneath my feet yet the new is not formed.
a world between worlds. i have visited this place before. and i am here again.
in this beautifully broken open state of raw humility. on my hands and knees in the womb of the underworld. tasting the dirt of the earth on my tongue as i bow to the divinity of all that has died within and around me in these last few months.
so many storms of grief and gratitude have thundered through my swollen eyes.
i have been drowning in oceans of devastation and simultaneously releasing rivers of overflowing appreciation because clarity has been born within me and the path forward is clear.
i pray that you can trust in whatever storms you are navigating right now. big or small. i pray that you can soften your grip on what you think should be happening and know that this sacred water is nurturing the seeds of your deepest dreams, cleansing the old, and purifying your perception to recognize the highest pathway forward, into the next level of your becoming.
remember that loss is also a giver of life. emptiness is a fertile womb for infinite possibilities to be birthed.
lay down your weapons of self judgement and extend your hands to collect the most beautiful wildflowers in the valleys of your deepest lows. lay every flower one by one in your most tender wounds and let beauty bloom in your darkest corners. fear always fades. and true love always rises. keep hope alive.
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