“The real miracle of individuation and reclamation of the Wild Woman is that we all begin the process before we are ready, before we are strong enough, before we know enough; we begin a dialogue with thoughts and feelings that both tickle and thunder within us. We respond before we know how to speak the language, before we know all the answers, and before we know exactly to whom we are speaking.” ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes
I am never going to let myself feel like that again. Never am I going to go forth without this lesson under my belt. Today I was above the clouds, gazing over the most beautiful shapes and textures and colors of farmland and desert and mountains and water. Today we flew over areas I had not been since I was a young girl, and the purity of the quiet brought rest to my soul in a way that I had been craving for so long. It stopped me in mid-step, and I caught my breath. I felt home. And any fears of the future, of the past, of the weary exhaustion I felt or the disappointment in my heart, subsided. I know what relaxes my soul and I know that wherever I’m destined, that quiet is my home. Under the stars, under wide expansive skies, under the protective cover of the moon.
“When in doubt, make a fool of yourself. There is a microscopically thin line between being brilliantly creative and acting like the most gigantic idiot on earth. So what the hell, leap.” ~ Cynthia Heimel