I no longer wish to barter and beg for those whom the Universe says don't align with my soul. I am now searching for the truth seekers...the ones brave enough to stand in their power and proclaim to the world that they are enough. The ones who don't fit in...who will never fit in because we are cut from a new cloth. No, an old cloth. A cloth that revels in the mystery of the night sky, and hears their calling in the trees and on the winds of change. Those whose glory comes from lifting others up, and quietly understands that we are here to give. We are here to love. And we are here to be the change. The ones who are still reading this testimony from a place in me, that sees that same place in you. One who honours nature, and their beliefs, before the beliefs of society. Who is not afraid to stand up alone, for what is right.
I've made A LOT of mistakes on my journey of change. I've hurt people, and destroyed others. I lost everything that was once dear to me, to learn these truths about myself. I've failed so many times at life, and relationships...all so I could learn the lessons I needed to in order to stand in my own power and no longer deny the side of me that wants to howl at the moon and race the rivers. Who walks barefoot through the forest, just to feel alive again.
One day I will find not the other half, because no, I am whole. But the one who compliments my need for all things wild and free. The one who will sit in a tree with me, and dance in the rain. Who hears the song in my heart, and knows all the words, because it's the song in their heart too.