You are probably wondering why I am writing this blog... Me too. But if you can buy this-- I didn't really have a choice. It is a symbolic step outside of myself, in embracing me fully as I am without trying to adhere to what is comfortable for me, or you. It is practicing what I preach. It doesn't feel safe for me. It is like a difficult yoga pose, that I feel genuinely afraid that if I hold it much longer, I might not be able to get out of --but bring it on. This is my free-fall. This is my impossible climb up Mt. Everest. This is my encounter with the wild. I don't know where any of this is going. I offered you my creation, but I never said it would be any good, or profound at that, just honest.
Stay tuned for my thoughts on borrowed mythology, my messages to friends of old, my experience in letting my children be, and my crazy dreams, like the one where I had plant hands. Trippy, huh?
Stay tuned for my thoughts on borrowed mythology, my messages to friends of old, my experience in letting my children be, and my crazy dreams, like the one where I had plant hands. Trippy, huh?
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