See, I’m in love with the person I became when the house caught on fire.

When the tornado tore it from it’s very foundations. 

I’m in love with the sleep crusted in the corners of my eyes, the muscles in my legs that for some reason just keep on running, the flour that’s stuck to my fingers perpetually since I’ve learnt how to make bread. 

She feels and she knows.

I’m not afraid to grieve the tears of every girl lost, every girl interrupted, in the world, by the world, within herself. 

I do not disrespect the wonder that lives within me. 

I am not ashamed of every tear that I’ve ever shed because they filled the ocean floor and I truly believe the storm is the sky dancing just for me. 

I am afraid, but I’m letting go. Releasing and letting go, knowing now that I am held, but the beautiful souls in my life (many of you reading!), by all the ancestors who have come before me, for everyone who found hidden warrior of the night ways to survive so that I might live, now, in this time.

I’m surrendering.

Trusting the process. 

Appreciating that the caterpillar gut soup process is taking longer than I expected, but it is perfect.

And I am ready.