when I moved here, I came on pure faith, and left behind a whole life story.
This place has asked me to be here, and more present, than most other places. Maybe because it is new, or because of its nature. Because of the mountain… Or the volcano asleep beneath us.
There is medicine a plenty. But more often these plants are just my friends that I walk to visit with. I thought I was done letting go of old stories and structures, but it seems as if the newness and this land and my heart might still need to let go of more. And then who will I be? Anything. Anyone. Nothing. Everything.
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love this! love you!
Common journeys for so many of us cunning women. I hope that the universe continues to lead you towards the center. Be blessed sister.