An older post about finding the courage within to recognise our goodness and express our inner gold.
Part of me feels the fear of the fledgling bird that has still not tested its wings, to know or trust their strength. And part of me knows that until the fledgling tries to fly for the first time and continues trying it will not develop that skill or strength.
I just spoke to my Mum and when I came off the phone and read back my post the Ocean and the Drop I was aware that my soul is preparing to let go. There is so much I have gone through, so much to have worked through. There are so many ways I have held on. So many times I was beckoned by my soul away to another journey but something deeply unresolved or unsolved in me drew me back to this place of family. Now I am aware that my Mum is trying to prepare us for the…
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Emerging From The Dark Night 