I am stuck on what to write and share. There’s been so much going on, that processing hasn’t been the easiest. I’m here though. I suppose I’d speak on unknown travel and what it’s like to be in places where you can’t see, and you have to completely trust yourself. I am not speaking from the perspective of one who has mastered, but of one who is presently here. Traveling. I never thought “home” and I would part ways. Ever. So, I think it’s more than trusting that’s taking place here. It’s grieving and letting go. Letting go enough to move. Staying light enough to be present and grateful. All this, done in the dark. Places unfamiliar. It’s something to witness your unseen materialize. Proving everything, you’ve felt, dreamt… so real. Your power is real. There!!
Deal with that! Carry that understanding. Deal with the fact that you have power. Ok, now what?
What to do with this power – as feelings take form? I’m not here to give answers. Like I said, this is the perspective of someone still in it. In the figuring out, the maturing. I am witnessing myself. I’m watching my self-grow. Feeling myself be uncomfortable- I stay there. I don’t want to, but I am. What does this unfamiliar, uncomfortable, but growing place truly offer me?
ME. All I will get out of this is me. Shaky on solid ground is what I feel. And I don’t want to be anything except a greater I Am.