How to encapsulate a year in retrospect when it all seems like a blur of wild blooms in an epic bouquet. There were thorns that cut through tears leaving blood scars but the lightness on the other side of that is revealed in this years review. Ever so thankful for a little group I still connect with weekly that leads to this - my favorites continue to be those on the esoteric side - blurred with soft waves of a presence. I remember where my feet were planted and what the air smelled like.
For many it was a year of struggle and pain…odd as it may be, for me - it’s led to deeper connections with others and myself despite the distance and isolation. It’s been a year of wonderment and pixie dust who’s seeds are rooted in my heart.
