I will surrender to the truth of all that is and all that I can co-create with the Divine, but first I will surrender to what hurts, to the pain that is holding me back from the highest version of myself.
I felt it deep within the indefinable essence that was my being. The one that had draped the white wolf’s skin and picked the stars and walked the paths to find other things. The one that now saw how love was the root of all things.
In truth, I thought I would only be gone a short while. But the more I traveled, the further I went. I traveled so far from anything that resembled her.
The funny thing about depression is that it doesn’t just pick a part of your life and shed light on its flaws. That’s what most people think depression is. If only it were that kind. But no, depression doesn’t make you feel depressed at all. It makes you feel nothing.
Our power is that deep self-acceptance of living for ourselves. Quit living for someone else, in search of their praise. You’re doing it right -- you’re going to be just fine.
If you voice who you are using healthy modes of expression, you are one less repressed person in this world who could turn to forms of violence to make themselves heard.
As we navigate difficult times on Mother Earth, how does one return faith to its first, churchless incarnation in the human heart? The answer is being revealed to us in the form of a challenge -- a challenge to remain steadfast at the center of all that is bleak.