I have tried all different things. I am grateful for my past. Without judgement, I have gotten a taste of the contrary sides of my personal law and moral boundaries, and I have now joyfully found my place in the middle. I have found balance.
Gratitude for every divine moment. Learning, not being afraid. Unlearning, going for it. Being brave, being courageous. Trusting my own power and worthiness of existence and love.
And I relax. I release and surrender. Relax and let go… I am at peace. And I write, because I know I should be writing.
I am wondering how other people’s hearts communicate themselves if not in writing. And if in writing, how does their heart sound different to mine?