Feeling free

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In 2021, I will cultivate my home and feel free being myself. This is the intention that I’ve prayed about and written for myself this year. It comes from a deep place of hope and for healing. Last year brought some intense personal discernment and resetting of my life. By late winter 2020, I received clarity that affirmed my vocation to spiritual care. Due to COVID my week long spring break trip to visit my parents out of state turned into three months. I’ve been on the job hunt since early summer; and I came to realize that settling in my hometown was not meant to be. Talk about life changing transitions. However, I was blessed by my 2020 word of the year, wild. As I embraced this word throughout these varied experiences, it accompanied me as I took ownership of my voice and my story in organically resilient and unexpected ways. Namely, in establishing this blog space and moving across the country to bravely begin again.

Reflecting and praying about what I want to manifest this year, I came to understand that my soul is longing to feel free in herself. She’s longing to cultivate home, and to heal from heartbreak. For me, free means expressing creativity and journeying toward healing. It means letting go and fully living my sacred beauty. It means being home.

This poem was born out of trying to capture the feeling of ease and full presence as I strive to embody my most authentic self entering this new year and new chapter.

Tidal Harmony 

After the long night 

as my soul-voice stirs, 

she begins to slowly awaken- 

my body, 

my being, 

my space. Vibrating 

wildly sacred waves

for the heartbeat of humanity. 

Softly…then, fiercely they dance with a harmonizing freedom 

a homecoming of hospitality 

bringing

healing and peace.

Loving freely, welcoming the new dawn with 

her open heart, my soul-voice is.

She just is. Home.