Dear Self,
What do you need?
Do you need to shed some tears? The soil is here, right beneath you.
Drop the fight and surrender. Cry the shame out.Cry the pain out.Cry the anger out.
A state of ongoing death and birth.
A state of feeling it all.
A state of love.
And love becomes life
And life becomes love.
Every step of the way…
Every form of life has a spirit to it, be it still or mobile to the naked eye. The shape of the physical form can translate the shape of the spirit itself. No shape is identical to any other in its gross representation all the way to how it took that shape over the days,…