"I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and laughter till they bloom. Till you, yourself, burst into bloom."
~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Yesterday the scared 'Secret Witch' in me (who doesn't know her own power and magic) had been feeling some contraction, some fear, some uncertainty. She was full of self-doubt and sadness, grief and loss because there's a lot to hold at the moment. I know we all feel that, collectively.
And a few years back I'd have just either spun deeper and deeper down, or bypassed how I was feeling entirely.
I found myself reflecting, later, on what was different about how I hold that now, and I started to honour the powerful part of myself.
Firstly, instead, I cancelled anything I'd planned for the afternoon to simply sit in the garden listening to the birds, journaling, journeying with my inner child. Letting my tears fall, feeling, healing and alchemising by being with what was there.
Being with my little girl.
