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 The Light in Our Hands

This is deep.

For the past seven years, I’ve felt like I’ve been drifting through a dream; sometimes a nightmare. I no longer trusted my body, the one I’d always relied on. It felt like I was trapped inside it, constantly bracing, trying to protect myself from… myself.

I lost who I was.

I lost my magic.

I tucked away my soul and did what I could to survive....but that was all I did. Just survive. I felt caged, frozen in fear, too scared to even try to escape.

But one day, something shifted.
A flicker.
A will to return to myself.

That was three years ago.

Since then, I’ve been slowly, bravely working to open the door to that cage and step outside. It’s taken so much strength. I’ve had to be brave in ways I never imagined. And yes there have been times I’ve retreated, crawled back into the safety of that cage… but never for long. Because now, I know I’m not meant to stay there.

I’ve turned to nature. To energy. To the quiet but certain truth that I am connected to everything....the trees, the ocean, the sparrow that lands on my fence. We are all part of the same great magic. We are powerful.

We were never meant to be locked away.

We were meant to be free to explore ourselves and the world we belong to. Sometimes we take a step back. Sometimes we leap forward. But as long as we hold a lantern of hope in our hands, we can keep going.

And we are not alone.
The whole world....every tree, every animal, every gust of wind is cheering us on, willing us forward.

We are loved.
We are strong.
We are the light we hold in our hands.

I’ve found my way out. The cage still exists....I remember it well. I may return to it sometimes, to rest. But I’m done staying there.

I want to shine. Brightly. Fully.

And so can you.

We all can.

We all carry that light.
We just have to lift it up, and let it guide us
One brave, beautiful step at a time.

“I am safe. I am steady. I am supported by the earth beneath me.
Fear may visit, but it does not own me.
With this flame, I call back my power.
With this light, I ground myself in truth.
I am held, I am whole, I am home.”

Artwork by Me

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