New way of being. I truly feel I have stepped out of so many patterns that my head is spinning. I had to die to an old way of life, an old way of existing that was primarily survival. I held trauma in my bones, as so many of us do and it pulled at my heart on the daily, told me about what I couldn’t do or be because of my wounds.
Now I am shaping around my wounds as light, as strength and I see that I hold more joy than pain. I feel so loved, seen and I know that I am worth every step I take to wholeness. I don’t isolate to heal, I reach in all directions and gather in community, it feels safe and warm and true.
Even when my old self whispers insecurity, the sweet knowing is there just as deep as the sadness once was. We are guiding each other, with our stories and vulnerability. Your story matters and your presence is a gift.
Stained skulls - hibiscus & blackberry
Photo by: Blair Knox Photography
“So let the Ocean have her way with you Beloved.
To the beckoning of this salt water death
Find the light resting on the bottom of the Ocean floor
And slowly bleed
Upon the shores of your own liberation
The safest place to be
Is in the breaking.”
~ Phoenix Waters
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