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 photos of Diva with her squeak and waves of water over gentle pebbles. In my grief, moments of regret are heavy, yet I’m learning that knowing is not the answer.
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 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 sunlight on moving water swirling over brown and golden rocks, the shore itself changing the water, rearranging the shape of its ripples.
Macro photo of sunlight through darkened water. My darkness, judgement, imbues my whole being, teaches me who I will be, lights the way of my path.
Macro photo of sun reflecting on moving water over golden and grey rocks. It is only my world I create, and you, yours. Be well. You are dare in the eyes of the Universe.
Macro photo of swirling water reflecting the sun while distorting the Divine stillness and Beauty of the pebbles below the surface.