03/26/2021
Man oh man can we talk about going home? Not our true home but our place of conception into this experience of life.
All the things came up for me but nothing much more pervasive than the gut wrenching feeling of just wanting to be “NORMAL” and to fit in with that clean wholesome ideal.
I lived much of my life in the fray never quite fitting in although there was this deep deep yearning and desire to be seen liked & heard.
I was always way too fu***ng big, to wild of fashion, too damn sexy
It wasn’t an easy path walking my truth, it felt very lonely, painful, and came with a lot of “consequences”
So I decided to bend- to morph to be my version of what was “normal” to clean up- to act straight, to be the perfect mom.
My oh my that hit me hard. It’s hard to even articulate the level of anxiety and anguish that has come from stepping out of my truth.
The dissolution is gone. It can’t last. Although my little heart wants so badly to still “fit in”
I reclaim my thrown, I am wild, I am free, I am goddess, I am love, I am light, I am the wayshower
I was never born to be normal, I came here to birth a new earth with my very existence. I was never meant to follow the “path” but simply to forge my own.
Cheers to the brave ones, cheers to the wild ones, May we be them, may we raise them, may we know them.
