Every so often there is something that happens that reminds me of myself; my liberty, sovereignty, fidelity, authenticity…… my spirituality. I’m ever so grateful, because without them I would have fewer reminders and would cavort with things that do not serve me well at all.
Gathering in sacred woman space reminds me.
Ritual reminds me.
Other people’s choices even remind me.
Ritual reminds me.
Other people’s choices even remind me.
Am I fortunate to not have had a specific religious upbringing? How different would I be if I had had one? Would I feel drawn to return? Oh. There it is… *return*…. Le word o the month. Return. Turn to. Return…take a left..no, take a right… turn…turn around… return. Spiritually, I suppose one could say that I have nowhere to return to. Maybe I do, maybe that is key to Me. My return is constant. I am in a state of continuous return. Ever seeking, ever learning, every growing and exploring.
I only settle on what nourishes me and offers me comfort. I only settle on what makes sense to me at the time. Haha.. If it quits making sense, I return. Return to voyage my heart through the next turn. Whether I am ready or not, things happen to remind me.
I will always be returning, always voyaging, cycling, circling, returning…..this is what I know. This state of constant evolution as Me, is …. Well, it makes my heart smile. It’s my return, it’s where I came from, it’s Me.
