i'm going to go ahead and confess something from the start: i don't consider myself to be a warrioress. i mean, goodness.
i am rising, though. and i have survived.
i've mentioned before that i feel a little like i'm waking up from a foggy dream. things from my past suddenly started rearing their ugly heads and i had no other choice but to face them - to own them as trinkets waiting for me.
i'm learning i don't have to keep them.
today i'm over at the sacred life of rain...join me?