(Day 30. #11. Last day of my being seen at 50 series.)
I want to write something big and important but what I am feeling is quieter and still forming.
I am coming of age.
Where I question less and trust more.
Where I am so much more interested in the perfection inherent in my imperfection than I am in getting rid of it.
Where life slows down because I get more present.
Where I am becoming the women I want to grow old as.
And I want more.
I want to feel life steeping me into deeper beauty.
I want my eyes to hold what they they see with greater love.
I want my hips to move freely, releasing the power of flow into the world.
I want my skin to feel the sensations of living as the exquisite braille of the Divine She.
I want my lips to gently kiss your life awake.
I want my hands to shake us up because there is magic between us that must ignite.
Magic that can only happen together, as we see ourselves and each other. Magic that will light the shadows and leave no room for anything other than radiant living.
This series has made me bolder. I needed that. So much more to come…
If it touched something in you, thank you for being open. Will you let me know?
Want to read the rest of this series? It is all here.