Tears come in stops and starts.
Heavy is the head who wears the crown.
I’ve been having conversations with the universe via astrology. Every single one pointing in the same direction.
My highest expression.
My mission if you will…
Romance,
Building a nest, a safe haven where myself and others can thrive,
Using my voice, self expression to share my truth and help guide others to their own.
Queen of freedom Island.
So it seems.
VALIDATION.
And yet I cower.
Terrified.
The voice of God whispering in my ear “psst, you’re kind of a big deal”
“but do I have to be?”
whimper, sob
breathe
remember who you are.