Irrevocable belonging
I validate and embrace my inner rhythm. These days I needed a break, a pause to take perspective. With his heart broken into a thousand pieces, he showed the world how strong he was, he was on a threshold without being clear about where he came from or where he was going.
It is a time of darkness, of eyes closed to the world to look at myself very deeply until at some point I decide to repair it; that's why self-love calls to travel with wisdom all the paths of healing in my life, closing cycles, freeing myself from what torments me from the past and stripping me of what celebrates my wounds with a grateful heart.
I am cyclical and with a lot of honor, change for my fortune, and flexibility
I can seem ambivalent in some periods of my cycle, as an exercise to strengthen my discernment, as an eclipsed moon for my inner wisdom, self-knowledge, and introspection.
That's why I started the process of finding myself again and bringing out everything I thought I was and wasn't; otherwise, I had learned it and stayed there. I made it a priority to find the light we have inside, for others maybe it was selfish, but finally, I felt, like never before; although it hurt.
I set a position against that thought and decided to move forward without letting myself be paralyzed by fear of an ideology, an aesthetic, a philosophy of life, some values, a culture, a history, and an identity, although my life mission is still my sign of manifest belonging.
Furthermore, I decided to take some time for myself, to do things that I didn't do because of fear or shame; those things that I didn't dare...and I started to be happy. That also meant valuing and accepting myself... I realized that my mental state had also changed.
I cried a lot, I questioned myself, I questioned God, but bringing out the most intimate pains that I kept in my heart: such as violence, the girl who was not hugged, the girl who was mocked at school. Those pains that were untouchable for me and secret for others, hurt me as if my heart was ripped out of my chest, that's when I chose to find my rhythm again.
But finally, the pain healed, the heart didn't hurt anymore, and the new woman was an unrepeatable version; vulnerable yes, but more authentic and full.
I look at it with my magnifying glass and I see me, I understand, I feel like I belong to myself.
Although it costs the attachment I am kind to myself and I give myself permission to rest from how demanding the networks are, to be more in touch with myself and with nature and not from the constant "need for so much information", both cell phone, table, series, movies... and to get rid of the "Lack Syndrome" to frantically search for what "society tells me I lack in order to succeed."
I decide not to try to absorb the excess of news and allow myself to want to feel more and not know everything. That's why I commit to being more intuitive, instinctive, and selective of who I surround myself with and invite cultivating, the secret garden of my life.
I am art, innocence, and inspiration month after month to recreate, dream and be part of the direction of the orchestra of my emotions and moods does not stop being its victim, nor being a victim of anyone... but as an ecological instrument of our integral well-being; to always go inward in total harmony in the conquest of my own universe, of what I am... from who is spoken about in this now "my female hormonal cycle.
I reconcile with my feminine cyclicity, with my emotions, and my emotional maturity, as do my orchids blooming in my garden at home and enjoying our sky this day, without a filter.
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