Death & Resurrection. My own.

I am going to tell you a story about death and resurrection. My own. 🐉

A wise acquaintance said to me this morning face to face, “You stopped really writing. What happened? You had this way of seeing inside the patterns with masculine/feminine and naming it. You stopped that.” Perfect prompt for this post, and for the share that was already on the way.

Ah. So you noticed.

I faltered.

And let me tell you what. I didn’t just falter. I approached a deep death. My ego died. My Soul, and therefore my body…