We can get stuck, trapped, protecting our peace, and not able to go into the flow of the energy of the world.
White tower walls, sterile and suffocating, built to keep life’s mess at bay.
I want it all—the pleasure, the pain, the beauty, the mess.
Let it come— the good, the bad, the ugly.
If there’s one mantra of this time, let it be: Bring it on.