But this shift into spring, mentally, emotionally, spiritually has come with a few changes. Some challenging who I am. Some that had me standing my ground and making my own decisions, many of which were not popular. Yet they were mine called out in my own space, my own boundaries. And now I stand with surer footing than even a week ago. Once the dust settled, I felt lighter, wildish, connected, in possession . . . making the walk in the woods holier, more sacred. Trees and rocks in a delightful springtime hum.
I walk with Wolf's feet tenderly over moss and stone. No one can take that from me. For now it is Spring.
|A simple journal spread in progress (because there's more than one day in a week) with gesso, spray inks, stencils by Orly Avineri, dripped acrylic inks and some writing on vellum, flipped over.|