I’m learning the layering of the healing work. How it’s all an invitation. Every day, every time we are faced with a decision. A choice to lead with love. This last year has been an initiation for me in the deepest of ways. The doing, the undoing, the brave choice every day to break the cycles & patterns set long before me. The raw beauty that comes with the allowing. The feeling. The acceptance. The deepening of the bonds that encompass every version of you that’s ever existed. I look at these photos and am reminded of the little girl within me. The one who is alive and well within my spirit. The one who skips down the street, the one whose version of a treasure hunt is vintage shopping in Europe. The little girl who rewrote her story, who remembered her worth. A life of chances and choices. It took me so long to find my way back to her. So, so many stumbles along the way. Each one worth it. If you swipe to the last photo, that’s from one year ago. Don’t forget the power of time and grace, sister. First and foremost of your healing & ability to continue on... even when it’s hard. I find the poetry in this now. That one year ago, I was well on my way but still willing to sit on a rock at the shore. A year later I’m deeper in, each piece of life sharing a story. Unafraid to fall right in, because what’s the worst that could happen? 🩷💭🫂