A funny thing happened on my way to being awake. I outgrew all my masks. not one fit. Not the one I called my past. Not the one I called my dream. Not the one I wore when sad or the one I wore when trying to be happy. I saved them all like favorite shirts I thought would fit when I became myself again. But that was a mask too. Then just the other day I was more present than lost and had to put down. The mask I called my story. Today a gust of light filled my face. I felt it on my skin and in my soul. Now anything is possible.
Discovering healing and wellness from within