To sit here and write this took discipline.
A break from my feminine, where I have been,
Living the melodies that accompany the questioning of things.
Painting my days with the colours that make black and white reality.
Far from my usual drive to share what I was experiencing; choosing instead to slow into my own energy.
My own healing.
I let the diary fall away to chase butterflies.
And heal parts of me I didn’t know needed healing.