“You aren’t going to slow down on the hill are you?” he asked.

I was tired. I was sweaty. I was uncomfortable. I was growing. I was strong. I was powerful.

There are rules. Like it or not, we are taught about the rules of life, of society, of our family, of our school, of our community etc.

They were all from the same mom. I planted them on the same day and they were the same size when I planted them. All things considered, they should all be the same size.

I promised myself I wouldn't scratch my legs. I had poison ivy all down the back of my thighs and each time I got into the shower I fought the urge to scratch my legs

“I just don’t believe that the universe cares that much about me. We don’t see eye to eye on that.” He said.

I remember when I stopped wearing a bra to bed. It felt amazing. Figuratively and literally freeing. There is something about being restricted that has never felt natural to me.

Have you ever been in a situation where you were not enough? You never could be enough. No matter how hard you tried, it wasn’t enough.

“How is that serving you”.

It is a question I ask myself a lot. Whenever I feel resistance or feel stuck in a situation, it is a natural question to ask myself. It is a simple question, it really is.

There is something about getting to watch someone understand themselves more deeply that absolutely lights my world on fire. It is my truth, that we are all here on a healing and growing journey.

I woke to the sounds of rain. Before even opening my eyes I felt free, I felt clear and I felt aligned. I didn’t want to open my eyes, so I didn’t. I simply lay in bed allowing the sound of the rain to wash over me.