Lean In

A familiar grief… visions of endings and transitions filled her mind’s eye as she swayed in meditation. Damn. She told herself she wouldn’t become attached again - she was deceived by her season of rooting, her first repotting in three years. Three years of travel made this season feel… permanent. And the fixed air in her was elated. Everything in her garden was thriving… a few pressure points, sure, but another transition? The knowing and pivoting… the understanding and detached deep feeling… grounding both a psychic and human experience… not for the weak. And these crossroads? While familiar, felt different. The stakes seemed higher. “Lean in” the message from November’s plant medicine ceremony was nudging her forward. She began to remember her commitment to Self… soul contract… inner child. Hot tears soaked her pillow as Divine shared next steps. Inhale. I hate this shit. Exhale. I’m still committed. Inhale. I’m so exhausted. Exhale. I guess I’ll find rest then. She drifted off to sleep knowing she’s walked away from more. As the sunrise approached, Spirit invited her onto the roof - a message waiting in the sky.

Give thanks.

Winds of Change | Brooklyn, NY | 2024