Currents | Ripples

Today I tapped into a discourse with several other women about the long-form law of struggle and overcoming violence. A common theme in the stories told and lore unfolding held the current of time. The illusion of control as a center focus to dispel as the healing gels us back together in form and flaw to reveal … the letting go.

the realization that as we walk into our best and truest authentic self we no longer bear the burden of perceived control. We can let go and let things flow. What peace there is to be found in this realization shift.

as champions of resonance and resistance we hold the sword of courage. a heavy iron to bear. Metamorphosis from the shadow walk into the light of day. The promise of another breath. The gifts the day holds. The blessings waiting for us step by step. how incredible it is to be alive and witness everything meant for me make it’s way into my hands.

a crow flies by carrying a snack

a yellow butterfly dances as a memory unfolds

thunder shatters the sky when I speak

and the moon is full. give thanks.