I am prioritizing myself. Processing difficult emotions to move forward from extensive trauma from childhood and beyond. My little girl heart has held so much.
I am resting, lounging and being gentle with myself. My space is a delicate museum. I am an orchid. It is safe to be in place. I make it so.
I am not doing much of anything. I am undercover, under the covers. I am reclaiming and rediscovering my mind, my inners, my outers. Patterns.
I am realizing that healing manifests in the body, too. The more aware I become, the more pain in my body to stretch, move and tend to. Speak to. Free.
I am ready for the life the Creator has for me. Gathering/dissecting/examining/integrating all my parts is painful, powerful, poignant work. I am fearless.
I am built for my destiny. Ancestors in my vertebrate and blood. A stirring. A surge. A bird waiting for me at every window.
