I feel as though i’m not quite here or there in between states and stages levels and dimensions for ever on the cusp of a new paradigm
angry resentful not easy to admit resisting hurt not easy to feel but for now in this now this is my truth allowing little by little letting go
fungi growing in the dark in the damp in the rotting and dying bright orange enticing red and white fairytales pale grey and delicate like Light dancing
holidays always reminded me of what was missing i do not live in the past i carry it into my presence in my bones
i remembered to set my Intentions this morning and in return i have felt in Flow with Life
i live on the edge of fear fear of my mess being seen and fear that I have offended an other
what is in my way? what is it that i do not want to express? there is really no escape from my self perhaps they are preverbal these wounds of mine feel feel into my body breathe and release breath by breath moment by moment