My path bewilders a lot of people. It had me confused, and lost, for a long time too. Until it didn’t.
While I still have moments of not knowing the next right step, of feeling like I have lost any sense of ground under my feet – there is a pattern.
Not a pattern I needed to change, but a pattern I am learning how to move with.
A trio dance of grief and joy and curiosity. Of fighting and letting go and trusting. Of death and rebirth. Again, and again. A continual metamorphosis.
I am learning how to not resist this oscillating energy, rather to move in synchronistic orchestration with it.
To listen. To lean into its wisdom. To attune myself to the depths. As for the depths know what is possible, in every sense of the word. They know my fear, my chaos, my rage, my capacity, and my potential.
And with learning to move with this pattern, I am being taught that death is needed in order to birth the next right thing. It is an invitation to return to source, to the deepest depth which knows all. Each time it presents itself it comes with a lesson, and a reminder that I’ve had the answers all along.


You know what you are “In Pursuit “ of….❤️