It took some Prosecco.
And a letter that stirred my emotions about connections and money and feelings.
I've been claiming space. Making space. Allowing space. And gifted with space.
Inside of this space I've felt less raw. More open.
I'm not crying as much. I am still always close to tears but in that delicious HSP way.
This space I've been searching for, searching for years. This knowing, this knowing that I've got this.
My dreams vivid, full of colors I never see in waking life.
There are days when I get in the car with a friend and we drive and plan and eat and lift our faces to the sun. Space. Pulling myself away from the computer where I've created deep love and success and giving myself permission to start living those things.
Feeling. Less raw. Filling in the gaps of times that never were.
The necklace I was wearing around my neck with the word light fell off the other day. It broke. And I set it down to fix it. I let it sit there for weeks.
I met a woman recently and I kept thinking of wrapping her in light. So I will fix the necklace and I will let the light carry forward.
Because when I cried yesterday I knew that I was already there.
In the light. In the space that I visioned forth. In the space that is rolling me in her beauty and guiding me in faith.
Tears of affirmation. Floating inside of fears and still paddling.
So that I may guide.
In the light.