She’s in between worlds right now.

A part of her is leaving.

But it’s not like before.

She’s holding space this time.

Not sweating it, but breathing beyond her skin.

She’s good.

She’s even shape-shifting.

The raven.

The owl.

She’s unafraid of the bird’s-eye view.

And unlike all those other times, she isn’t scared of the unknown.

She’s present and neither timid nor bold.

It feels beautiful like the song of a blackbird.

And powerful like the rumble of an avalanche.

#spiritual #growth