My villain is my intentional shadow. She was once the repository of my greatest wounds. Now she holds the poisonous darts of those wounds externalized and refined into discernment and self-protection. She is part of my personal practice of self-love.
What would happen if you could put aside your fear for one day? One hour? Be drawn by the connections that come, feed that place of intrinsic love and let it be your guide… surrender to the unknowable order of things.
My responsibility is to myself. When I am quiet long enough, my heart shows me what actions to take. My body follows suit. Tears spill, washing away the dirt you’ve poured over me.