And through it all I twirled…

There are many pictures of me twirling. As a child I would spin around and around with my arms out, chanting Micky La La, micky la la, micky la la la la la, until I fell fown in a dizzy, giggling heap.

It's that child like essence that has carried me through the difficult times.

I read somewhere once that it's humans that make memories and not places. That might be true, but for me it's the places that bring those memories to the forefront. Sometimes not even memories, just the feelings assosiated with them.

When I'm twirling no matter where it may be, there is a sense of complete abondonment, a surrender. Freedom. Unbridled Joy. I almost feel otherworldly, intangible, detached from all that is heavy ( a lil like being tipsy). In that moment I am just my light. And since I find it difficult to acknowledge my light, these moments are paramount. The euphoria, every bit of awe that collectively gathers, humbles me with the a gentle reminders of humility and grace. My hallelujah moments.

Sounds a lil wishy washy, but that doesn't change the fact that it's my reality.

I'm not going to be leaving behind any great lega, just authenticity. I've stayed true to myself, I stood firmly in my resolve. Embraced simplicity.

I may have ended up with far less than I ever imagined. Yet at the same time I ended up with far more than I ever imagined myself worthy of.

There's always been a blessed hand upon my shoulder, even when I forgot it was there. We all have it, sometimes , we just forget to honour it.