Sometimes walking away is a fiercely courageous act of self-compassion. Even when it means life without family. With enough focus, it isn’t even bitter.

Sometimes walking away is a fiercely courageous act of self-compassion. Even when it means life without family. With enough focus, it isn’t even bitter.
Macro photo white anemone flowers back to back against dark green foliage; white peony embracing blue sky, receiving and releasing is the flow of breath of the Universe.
In my quest for rituals I discover what I don’t need. I don’t need to know what I am letting go of. I don’t need to know what I will receive. Instead, I need to trust.
Macro photos of ice longingly reflecting the freedom of sky and trees; and of yellow butterfly floating towards mountains. My rituals are clamoring to be discovered.
Macro photos of golden swirling water and of pink peony on blue sky. Beyond emblazoned upon each – a dedication to my word for the year and all it will mean.
Macro photo of blue sky and structures reflected in suspended tree sap. Feel what you feel and know your heart is perfect and wholly beautiful.
Words belong to the reader, regardless of what the author intended. Release Your Words that you might Awaken the Divine in another. It’s worth the risk.
I didn’t lose my shit. All because of the Butterfly Way. Butterfly Resonance Image: Photo of yellow swallowtail butterflies dancing in a rich blue sky.