Back to Life

 

For a long time, it was always something. Something wrong. Something missing. Something ugly. Something to change, fix, stop, be, do. It was a never-ending disappearing act. After a while, I didn’t know what I liked much less who I was. It was a journey built on baby steps, but slowly, surely, I performed the miracle of bringing myself back to life.

 

Recalibrate with what resonates with the free ritual for receiving.