morning

A bright, glowing, new dawn kind of morning outside.

Having let go of so much, 

I stand on the edge of a new path.

Do I dare to jump?

Do I dare to turn around and stand in the light?

Do I dare to even open the blinds and see the brilliance before me? 

On the brink of something intimidating, powerful, and so true, 

I still hesitate. 

Fear is still burning off.  

I light a candle to represent my willingness to allow my internal flame do the work of transformation, and to express my dedication to the work of tending the hearth.

This is where I sit today.

Hearthside.

Listening.

Tending.

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Love,
Anna