All of life is a trust fall, and I'm awakening to the thrill, rather than the fear, of being suspended midair.
What is a miracle if not the manifestation of light where darkness is expected?
i think about how - if I want to welcome the inevitable transformations of my life - I'm going to have to fully open myself to spirit-speak, to a seemingly cheesy-Earth-Momma vulnerability. I'm going to have to cede control - not just mentally or physically but also spiritually.
My voice has expanded. It's unfurled in directions I didn't know it could go. And, in some ways, it isn't even what I thought it was.
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