I thought I’d expressed myself and dealt honestly with my feelings, until I discovered a deep and fierce rage buried in a place I’d long since locked away.
I thought I’d learned to surrender, until a whole new layer of surrender was required of me.
I thought I’d found courage, until I saw with clearer eyes the places where fear still holds me in its grip.
And now, here I am. Going deeper into my truth, rage, surrender, and courage.
Hoping and praying that Spring brings new growth and that those things that have died and been tossed on the compost heap will make space and offer their nutrients for new things to grow.