Trees aren’t afraid of the fire. Some live to a thousand years before they’re ready to fall over, or spontaneously combust, having long observed their heritage and extended family growing up all around them — while their seeds of progeny were quietly amassing in the earth among their roots.t
I was thinking the other day, while hiking around the smoky woods, how it’s a shame there are so many more fires these days, seemingly. Talking to my dad this morning, he reflected some of the same notions.
Love me some dragons… Artwork is “Once Upon a Time” by Anne Stokes. Heart morsel: Be willing to be with one who fans the fire,…
For a long time, I was under the impression that I wouldn’t ever feel worthy of a worthy partner in life, if I didn’t make something of myself. To this day, I still don’t quite know what that means, but I know where it came from. We all have some of these weeds in our garden, yeah? What I also know, is that it’s a crippling, spiritual and emotional prison of an idea. I am happy to have burned off a lot of that imbalance, but the scars of shame can run deep, and take time to fully heal.
There is a process we inevitably go through when we’re working to get to our deepest, authentic truth; to unravel and undo, unlearn and unburden our spirits from the weight of conditioning — or the lies, limits, and soul-stifling ideas introduced through socialization.