*There is a path written for you in the wind, in the gull-cries, in the sand beneath your feet. It is written, but you might miss it. Nothing in the path is promised, not even your own survival. It seems unfair, but only if you get boggled down in the very first step. You’re at the early beginning now, where your path hasn’t even become a path yet, and you are afraid. That is resonant, but dangerous. For all the perils that wait for you down the road, this is the worst of all. This staying here, stuck, muted, untrue to your light, and your north.*
*What nobody 'gets' about the journey is that they have the ability to stop at anytime. You can get off at the wrong stop, but that means you're gonna have to walk the rest of the way. So better make sure you don't get off, unless you're prepared for that. Sometimes, the road becomes dark and winding, and not entirely friendly.
Nobody pushes you along, and that's life's greatest blessing. Giving you the freedom to stumble, and decide you don't wanna keep walking no more is the greatest freedom I know.*
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*But I'm not ready to stop walking yet. Every minute, every hour, I guide myself by touch. Keep my eyes closed, because when I open them, the sounds of the forest will stop, and I'll be left stranded. I had to close my eyes, when I needed to see the rest of the path. When I realized I could no longer dawdle. Play around in this wilting dance that for some is life.*
*With my eyes closed, and my intuition attuned to the ground, I've found my true north, my dance. Pick up at the sound of rain. Recognize the keys which, played in the right sequence, resonate most within my soul. I learned how to move my body as it needs to be moved. Without shame, but with honor. Without fearing the wrong step, knowing that **is** the wrong step. With love and patience for the things that I am yet to become, that I, in my youth of spirit, can't even yet fathom.*
*I stand here, now, on a place of such tremendous joy. Of such love for life as it has washed over me, and as will. And of such immense sorrow.*
*At times, my heart is weighed by such guilt and sadness. A mourning for all the iterations of me, got lost in the in-between. The lover that forgot how to love. The mother I couldn't be. The truths that were denied by myself to myself, in places of my own choosing.*
*I miss the ways in which I could have justified myself, defined myself, in relation to other souls around me. Yet even as I do, I'm filled with such a burning wish to sing. For I have learned my song, and I've learned it early. Not as it will be, that's still a mystery, but as it is in this moment. And there's nothing, nothing compares to knowing who I am, in relation to me.*
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**Sometimes, being almost becomes too heavy for me. But today, I am lightfooted in my own skin, and I wanted to capture this moment in the blockchain forever. For future selves to remember me by.**
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