It’s not exactly what I was expecting.
In truth, it’s a bit… more.
Before I pulled out the pastels, it looked like this…
Before that, it was a whole different expression…
Each stage held the same intention,
in a flip-side sort of way –
a searching and finding, a claiming and re-claiming,
a surrender to transformation,
and the infinite ways of embodying voice and connection –
a practice I have to come to again and again…
maybe someday I’ll step back and SEE what I feel with the journey of seeking in this way.
For now, I’ll just keep feeling into it.