My life is calm , if not peaceful, as the unraveling , revelations cast light , that is not seen nor acknowledged by one’s held dear in my heart .
Wobbly is definitely how it feels , and I definitely want and need more on my own time, as I pray and hold patience.
All is not as it should be and that’s coming , soon.
As I hold space , for others, in their own journey , their own destination , while I am in reality holding plan B , and a ” fuck it bucket” for those things I release, those things and people that have no interest in rising to their higher self, the self of higher power , of knowing yourself and your gifts .
For over 20 years , I have exampled the monster in the closet , disposal, hatred and vengeance , the lack of love and respect and a preference to lie , cheat and steal , in order to own power that’s distorted realities .
My miss is my mercy , and so happily , I seek my home , a fall of preparing , a winter of rest and writing , and peace in my heart .
I never wanted certain things to be hopeless, and I prefer to have faith that what’s meant for me will be : Thy Will Be Done .



