Sometimes becoming the fullest expression or essence of myself is a bumpy road. Trying to shed the old ways of people-pleasing has not been without sorrow. Remembering not to judge or become defensive or offensive to others not on my own unique path is sometimes exhausting and trying. Yet I know all paths intersect at some point—even if only for a season.
I’ve been in a winter season, safely rooted underground while I nurture myself and develop unseen. Reaching for higher dimensions of love and acceptance is my desired path, but sometimes I feel it is elusive.
I feel my spring is coming (as I wrote this sentence, a wind started blowing gently past me) and as I emerge from my cocoon, I will need to continue to nurture and water myself. There is a beautiful bloom that is about to open up for all the world to see. The winds of change are blowing…..
