My dear, the time has come to fly. To soar away from once limiting pastures and aim for the brighter skies that beckon for you on the shining horizon. The path you once walked seems so foreign to you now, unfitting and outgrown in all of your expansion. With each old layer that falls away from your skin you transformed, a living embodiment of Phoenix alchemy.
Sister of the sacred, you are woven from stars, and ancient mystery, etched with soul deep longing; do you really think your heart would ever be satisfied by anything less? When did you start to be content and settle for so little? When did you stop seeing your worth and began swallowing your voice?
I am a flight risk. I am a wrench in the machine of conformity and I will not linger where my soul is starved or where the air sucks breath and life from these bones. I will run rampant and unrestrained into the great unknown fueled by the unbridled passions that flow in these veins.
Woman of fire, there are no half-measures when it comes to you. You are woven of too much hell-fire for that. There is too much thunder rolling in your veins to silence your soul-deep roar. There is too much lightning flashing in your eyes to settle your gaze on anything less than your deepest desire.
I love Spring. I love the feeling before the chill has warmed from the world and the forest has an air of restlessness lingering over it eager to emerge after Winters long slumber. The trees are caught somewhere between beginning to bud and bursting dramatically into being.
Dear one, I can see how your tired soul aches, heavy with the weight of a thousand lonely lifetimes. You yearn for a love that calls to the fabric of your very being, to the truest parts of yourself. You wonder sometimes whether real love exists as you sift through threads of the past and let go of old expectations, ancient memories and hearts that were never meant to be yours.
We need to let go of the way that we have been taught things have to be done. We are the ones that decide how we react and act in our lives. We are the one who chooses our own destiny.
I believe there is a destiny calling to each of us and in every moment the path is unfolding before our feet. I believe that we are masters of creation, that we are powerful beyond measure and can do anything that we want.
Starting over at any juncture of our lives can be a daunting prospect. As we look to a new path away from what was and we strike out on a new adventure, it can be hard at times to stay centered, upbeat and focused on the road ahead.
There is life that springs up from the chaos That scatters like fallen snow at your feet, New growth through even the thickest of fogs; Possibility shining on the horizon Bright as the coming dawn. You shall find your way, It whispers As the old slips away, And what has yet to be Pulls lovingly at your skin.