Reentry feels like a crash landing…

Head between your knees, breathing, crying, finding exactly what matters and what is extraneous baggage in the soul of your life. The pumpkin is blooming. Asking me to believe in the promise. All the while tossing out the baggage and letting go.

“Why abstain from love when like the beautiful snow goose someday your soul will leave this summer camp? why abstain from happiness when like a skilled lion your heart is nearing and will someday see the divine prey is always near?” – hafiz


Reentry challenges, questions, observations are keen and full on this full moon. I keep asking for the answers, the promise of what is yet to come knocking on the doors of my soul, yet making space proves challenging. ‪#‎promise‬ ‪#‎reentry‬ ‪#‎shamanaflora‬ ‪#‎soulwarrior‬ ‪#‎wildandwiseheart‬ ‪#‎earthmedicine‬


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