Today, my heart is full. The weekend was very instructive and healing, as was the last time I found myself in the Hoh Rainforest around this time last year. Today has been wonderfully mellow, and I can feel myself addressing old psychological wounds, gently tending to them and helping the broken parts re-integrate into a happy, healthy whole.
For the first time in over thirteen years, I’m able to remember all the happy, wonderful things about a particularly painful time of remembering. I can actually remember being cherished, adored and loved, and stay in that space until my heart overflows with it. I am surprised at the strength in it. I’d completely forgotten.
Instead of releasing only anguish and pain, I’m now able to access all the love and joy that I experienced, without desperately needing to go back to that direct state in order to access it.
FUCKING LIBERATION. It’s IMMENSE.
Again, I state my profound thanks to the universe and all the accompanying spirits that keep hanging around because I’m apparently interesting to watch over, protect and love. My joy knows no bounds. I am the luckiest girl in the world.