many wishes have been cast, hopes prayed for, pennies thrown with big dreams in mind.  11:11 has resonated, superstitious tho it may be, as a moment to pause, take inventory and focus desire.  how often do you ask yourself what your really want?  as a culture we have accommodated an epidemic for far too long. by considering first what others think/expect/need/want from us, our own personal passions get pushed down time after time until we normalize a feeling of numb complacency. 

as a childlike innocence kept me wishing on stars, i have held a vision in my heart for over a decade now. a desire i felt so strongly when i first began my journey inward, has taken strong root and is now pushing through to reach toward the light of awareness.  one overlooked consideration was the vulnerability of exposed rawness with this initial push from the dark, safe container of my proverbial womb.

blinking into the full spectrum of potential ahead, there is a slight disorientation. but through those birthing pains, has come a grounded sense of purpose, more unshakeable, now holding space like never before.   

holding a vision 'underwater', in percolation, gestation, for so long takes an incredible amount of energy.  the idea nags at your core like hunger pains, the vision pulls at your dreams like a haunted memory.  with such time under the radar of anyones else's watch, your unfulfilled hopes can even grow stale or go dormant with doubt, fear, delusions of insignificance. 

out of respect for my inner clarity and spaciousness i deeply appreciate how time, space & circumstance have prepared my nerves and thickened my skin enough to go big.... because it really is too late to go home.  now that village well is officially out of the tired incubator, i've recognized how no one holds the precious newborn quite as delicately as the mother herself. 

so-  while the most beautiful and almost immediate burst of flowing energy came rushing into my creative mind by setting this long held vision free- i know now come the long sleepless nights, i'm preparing for the fear & doubt, worrying how the world will influence this precious, innocent newborn.  

it is with that same sensitivity i have been fortified to hold space in this way.  fluid navigation is ahead, i am in for the ride and eager to see the sights along the way. i'm honored you'll join me for a reason, a season or a lifetime. may we each enjoy our own, journey to source.