We dread the magnificence of which we are constructed. We fear, that by understanding the truth of our own immense capability, we can no longer remain a seed in the darkness, but must bloom fully in to the splendor of our truth.
Holding Fear’s Hand
Letter To Life (1)
How far could we rise if we refused to dull our own light and instead sparkle with the magic of the stardust in our bones?
The Soul’s Winter
When we enter into a Soul Winter, the Universe is giving us a very clear sign that the life we’ve created is not the life that was intended.
The Woodlands
Her heart instead pushed forward Her muscles echoed the command Her soul rang out, fates call restored And she trudged on through The Woodland
