i write in my journal from the coast:
down the rabbit hole— through the looking glass–
i feel turned inside out–
this whimsical wanderlust-
i think: no one else can build your life for you- you must live from the inside out-
i’m at the coast while i write this-
i am so thankful for my wild family— dreams come true dreams come true— every whim and wish , here, with the sea glass and the tide pools and the redwoods–
i feel so mesmerized by the sea-
my consciousness shifts when i wander outside, absorbed by all of my senses:
wonder medicine. awe medicine.
i can almost hear someone calling my name:
i look over my shoulder, i surrender to the power:
i loose myself.
i simultaneously feel so hungry to a part of something bigger than myself-
to be a part of lasting change and deep transformation-
start small- start where you’re at. xoxo