“Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.” I used to think of that line in a guilt-like, should kind of way. I knew deep down that I was a bright light if only I was not so afraid, more motivated, more….

Last week it came to me like a revelation - a different perception of these words. Places where my nervousness created freeze - money, conflict or disagreement or abandonment would knock me out. Those were some of my deepest fears. And, the slow turning toward them allowed me an understanding of myself the real truth of myself beyond the stories of fear frozen within me.

I realized today that I’ve been giving a lot of energy to a voice that worries – a lot. About this and that, that remembers what didn’t go well the last time. That is keeping score, calculating and playing it safe. This whole time, I’ve thought that that voice was me, but I realized today that that voice is a script I play. It’s an unhealed part of me that is remembering what was rather than what is.

There was a time in my life when what I was told was the truth and now the truth is about something entirely different. It is a feeling of deep knowing within me, that I often find through trial and error as I learn from within more about my inner knowing.

Do I say yes or do I say no?

This compass is important to me because it guides me beyond the constructs into a deeper, more nourishing, more connected place. Not to safety or security – but a feeling of aliveness and a joy with life. Not perfection – but a deep beingness that is messy and engaged and beautiful.

Who would I be? If I understood all that I am meant - my name, my purpose, my song

How would I move, if I knew that I was a gift?

To whom would I speak if I understood I was a community weaver and leader?

How would I smell if I reclaimed my wildness?

What could I see if I was guided by a spiritual connection?

How would life taste standing on the shoulders of the knowing ancestors that come before me?

Reclaim the indigenous woman, the wise woman within.

Bloom. Warm beauty unbridled. Bloom. Soil. Wind. Rain. Bounty. Bend. Stretch. Grow Anew. In remembrance of ME. Gathered together by a truth so potent I could ONLY be grateful. Not inspite of, simply because of. It is truth. Warm & True. Pruned & Grown to life. ALIVE. An divinity of experience. Beyond and with humanity. It is for ME. With ME. of ME. Bloom Truth away. Bloom Truth.... And all else Falls. Away. Bloom. Truth. And all Else.... Bloom. Truth. A Way.... The stretch into knowing falls away. The carcass of old. Bloom. Truth. A. Way. DARE Dare to reach for the Sun & thrive with life, with soul's purpose. Dare to know who you are & dive within. Dare into the dark never to be unknown circle of wisdom only obtained because someone dared to look and love the places No one Could or Should or Whould - and Bloom Truth A Way. Dive and Thrive and Be ALIVE. BLOOM. TRUTH. A. WAY.

There is something magical about pausing to reflect on life.

And, since just before the solstice I have done just that – taken in the bounty of this last year of days. I like the solstice because it feels to me like the natural completion of one cycle moving into the next and the feeling, the energy of that deep darkness is so potent, especially as the magic of the holidays moves its alchemy through – however it brings.