It's been a while, of much, much learning, much growth, and a hell of a lot of digging deep into the layers that don't really want to come up, but they do anyway. It's their time.
After a couple of particularly icky days, I sat in my herbalist's office, first crying my eyes out about who knows what, and then pulling my wand out of my bag, and letting it just hold the space and clean it all away. And then, GIGGLES! Just giggling and yawning, my best ways for release. I feel strong, grounded, full of light, strong and just utterly centered in myself. Old things are falling away; old patterns are being shed.
My journey is my own, that's for sure. I can just say that I am -very- much more alive today than I have been recently. Enough with the debris!
And, well, the funny thing is, the name thing has been coming up again. Yesterday, it just popped up, and I was remembering the times in which I've either requested it to be used instead of my given name, or that I've been compelled to use it instead of my given name. Interesting how new identities, or an identity of one's own can be so transformative to one's existence, along with the whole coming of age thing. I'm definitely shedding my parents. I can feel that, and I'm just observing it as it happens.
It's a really beautiful place, where I am. I feel clear and beautiful. I feel my journey is unfolding just exactly as it needs to, and it's perfect. It's hard sometimes, but I've been cultivating trust in where I am, and just observing the process. Even when I want to curl up and cry, or have the blackest mood ever, just to release everything and let the soft hands of the universe just lift me up again and put me on the path.
It's interesting -- I don't know that I need any set spiritual path. That's something that I'd been contemplating for a while, and I think when I'm in my more cloudy spaces, I wonder if I could try "fitting" myself into one of those. They seem awfully cozy sometimes. But truly, I'm creating my own. Trust, fearlessness, grace, innocence, wisdom, and an open heart. I am right where I need to be.
Despite it being windy and rainy outside, I feel calm, grounded, and centered. Beautiful. Just strong and clear. Trust in the process is one of the most profound things I have both experienced and have had mirrored back to me. I am where I am, and that is simply the best thing for me.
After a couple of particularly icky days, I sat in my herbalist's office, first crying my eyes out about who knows what, and then pulling my wand out of my bag, and letting it just hold the space and clean it all away. And then, GIGGLES! Just giggling and yawning, my best ways for release. I feel strong, grounded, full of light, strong and just utterly centered in myself. Old things are falling away; old patterns are being shed.
My journey is my own, that's for sure. I can just say that I am -very- much more alive today than I have been recently. Enough with the debris!
And, well, the funny thing is, the name thing has been coming up again. Yesterday, it just popped up, and I was remembering the times in which I've either requested it to be used instead of my given name, or that I've been compelled to use it instead of my given name. Interesting how new identities, or an identity of one's own can be so transformative to one's existence, along with the whole coming of age thing. I'm definitely shedding my parents. I can feel that, and I'm just observing it as it happens.
It's a really beautiful place, where I am. I feel clear and beautiful. I feel my journey is unfolding just exactly as it needs to, and it's perfect. It's hard sometimes, but I've been cultivating trust in where I am, and just observing the process. Even when I want to curl up and cry, or have the blackest mood ever, just to release everything and let the soft hands of the universe just lift me up again and put me on the path.
It's interesting -- I don't know that I need any set spiritual path. That's something that I'd been contemplating for a while, and I think when I'm in my more cloudy spaces, I wonder if I could try "fitting" myself into one of those. They seem awfully cozy sometimes. But truly, I'm creating my own. Trust, fearlessness, grace, innocence, wisdom, and an open heart. I am right where I need to be.
Despite it being windy and rainy outside, I feel calm, grounded, and centered. Beautiful. Just strong and clear. Trust in the process is one of the most profound things I have both experienced and have had mirrored back to me. I am where I am, and that is simply the best thing for me.
