Nov 20 • General discussion
Secret Garden
You are a woman with no land, no city.
Your home is not outside.
It is not even in the bones that keep your frame.
It is that wildness you enter when you close your eyes,
when you are almost dreaming.
It scares you sometimes to venture there,
because you must go alone.
But go, you must.
Go, to see yourself.
Go, to meet the parts that you have forgotten.
Go, to be free.
Wild moon woman.
I have this ache
This wanderlust
I want to go home
I do not know where my home is
Then it occurred to me
Home is in my own heart
Home is who I see in the mirror
Home is in the eyes of my beloved friends
Home is a feeling, not a place.
Once we accept that
We find peace
We find love
We find our own heart
We find purpose
You do not have to stay the same
You do not have to apologize for evolving
You do not have to apologize for outgrowing
people, places, jobs, situations, relationships.
You can transform.
You can recreate yourself
as many times and as often as you like
and you owe no explanation for
doing what is best for you.
Step into your power
We only have this one life
Live big
grow
evolve
transform
integrate
Walk your damn walk.
Call forth your magic.
Find your courage.
Pick up your sword, and save yourself.
Be the heroine of your story, not the victim.
Come sit with me at this alchemical table and we will
burn it to the ground and rise like the Phoenix.
Love all ways,
Tandy
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