Seven Golds

  I hope “the night sky touches your soul. I hope you fall in love with being alive again." I hope you fall in love with yourself, after trauma. I hope you choose this, each day. I hope you continue to love mountains, sunsets, beaches and rain. Coffee, candles, perfume and flowers. The morning breeze. All the ordinary, little things and moments of daily life. Especially the days you need to hang on to something. I hope you never stop fighting and rescuing yourself. Smiling with strangers, children, animals and nature. I hope you continue to love all of your repaired pieces, even with their cracks.  I hope you know that when you were broken, it was not a sign of weakness, but of strength, humility, honesty and acceptance. That it was needed for transformation. I hope you do your best to choose genuineness and expression over protectiveness and isolation.  I hope all that you have endured inspires others.   I hope you open yourself to love and to "the beauty of the earth;"

Healing got intense. Really intense. The transformation. The transition. The transition from victim to survivor has been exhausting and brutal.  A journey had to end- the Spiritual journey. It's been ten years and a half, and exactly nine years when, in August of 2015, in the midst of my distress and confusion, when I asked God for help, the answer was, "write a book." I always imagined the journey would end in a form of a miracle. All would be well. I would stand up, in my power and strength with my shiny armor ready to build and take-on the world. Boy was I wrong! These past weeks, I started having that small realization when my soul knew it was time to end this journey and begin a new one.  Maybe it was supposed to be my choice? I could no longer wait for a miracle or for the journey to end on its own. For everything to have a resolution. For myself to be in that state of perfection that is not even possible; it never will. Ending the journey didn't mean perfection