There is a gentleness that embraces the being, as remembrance steps to the forefront of awareness.

Remembrance of the core, based in oneness, at the center of our hearts.

In this space, I feel the pearlescent energy of divinity grace me.

Last night I had the opportunity to review my paternal ancestry. It was so surreal to see photos of people I never knew in the physical but have gotten to know in spirit. To be able to look back at records that show transactions of my people. I came across the name of the tribe in which my bloodline has its origins. So many documents. So much history built and the forgotten. It really gave me perspective on the life I live now.

There was a moment of pause. The sound of crackling fire filled the room and I noticed the remainder of the world go mute.

I sat, rocking but feeling as though I was still.

Safe behind two French doors, I watched as the whisper of wind grazed the lakes top layer.

The trees stood as a reflection of a fall palette. A scene molded just for me and placed in the in between.

Today was an interesting day. Over the past week and a half, I found myself witnessing the play out of many egoic cycles. Today I realized it was preparing me to have a very challenging conversation with myself. One that involved speaking to my ego directly, darkness to light.

My ego poked and prodded at the most sensitive trigger I have, until she had nothing left. Her stories feel away, and falsehoods had no power. I sat with her, I listened to her. After the deepest hurts came up, judgement, self-doubt, self-sabotage, our value, I asked her, “What if you let all these go?”

Mornings are starting to smell how they did when I was a child. Not just the smell of fresh cut grass, but the excitement in the air is felt. The dew on the remaining strands grace my ankles as I walk toward the bus stop. The sound of brakes stop to allow me to be taken to a place to be taught. Arriving to school with joy as another day of learning and playing has begun.