Transitions

I can't believe it's been two months since I've written here... It's not for lack of information -- a file filled with drafts, late night voice recordings, and keyword outlines. I have so much to share --

And yet,

Here I am, confused - caught off guard.

In May, I experienced a huge shift that brought me back into myself. I knew what was over and what beauty was to come. I felt in my body for the first time in a year. I felt joy return to my core. I remembered. Most likely because I finally let go. Since then, I have been re-calibrating my trust - I know my path is here, and I can hear the sweet voice of intuition guiding me forward again.

And yet,

These transitions feel so difficult. Not the rising, but the waiting.

Isn't that the most frustrating part? When every bone in your body feels ready, and this lingering haze seems to be disorienting the pace?

And yet,

Every card I pull and gift I receive reminds me that I am on the right path: the highest form of love from the love of my life, the bonds of sisterhood, the gifts of forgiveness, butterflies flying to me everywhere, showing the way. I pull the cards of transmutation - snake medicine - the most powerful healing - rising from death itself - and the perfection of life - trusting your path for the universe is conspiring to give you your greatest gifts. How could I not believe? Every sign is right there.

And yet,

It lingers... the frustration. Like sludge I'm constantly trying to shake.

Hmmmm...transitions are hard. Even in knowing this discomfort is what leads to greatness, I still find it quite... uncomfortable.