have to make solid space for what i love. too much work, too much other folks stuff, makes my head and heart turn to wood. i love/need those moments when it's just about me! hate feeling that some folk just want you well for their own pleasure or need.
i used to wander. scared my parents to death. i still wander. i always felt it was my right. i was the responsible one. i never decided that! people were always telling me who i was or who i was going to be. i never believed them and i still don't. it may take my entire life but i'm blessed to be forever blooming! my inside self doesn't work on deadlines: it gathers, prepares, senses. my true self knows this is all rehearsal. i trust my own process. until then, i work and work and work.
