Heavy duty weekend, probably because I've been mostly tapped out already with our trip to NY last weekend and this little introvert is desperate for a few days of downtime. It would have been incredibly heavy even if my fuel tanks were full. I jumped in with both feet for the training this weekend, soaking it all in, sharing parts of myself that even surprised me. And in the moment of sharing a deep secret, revealing my grieving heart--the universe once again brought me the one person in the room who could be on my wavelength and gave me back so much more than I gave.
There is abundance everywhere.
I am reading a lot of Mary Oliver this weekend. No surprise. I'm deep sea diving.
Oh how I have hidden from myself for so many years. I am peeling back the layers, shedding dead weight. There is a person deep inside me who I don't really recognize and doesn't really recognize me. I think I'm a little scared of her, she seems so much different than me. (the robot me, that is).
But this i what I said this year is to be, no? The year of me? Well, I guess a part of that is to figure out how to become less fractured and more authentic. Today I feel like a dandelion, a big puff of air has dislodged the seeds and there is nothing to do but watch as they float away, see where they land, and what germinates.