I thought to share something I’m going through right now in all the neurological medicine rituals I’m partaking in. I really don’t know how to do this thing called life without my Son. I have been on auto-pilot all these almost 23 years. When I think to take it off of auto-pilot, everything is so different than I knew. Sometimes it’s too fast, too loud, too monotonous, too lonely, too crowded, too hard, too closed, too emotional, too close, and/or too much. Sometimes it’s soft, quiet, supportive, creative, open, spacious, relaxed, and filled with joy. Today I’m emotional and I miss him dearly. I know he’s right here, holding space for and with me in this moment. He can’t, nor does he want to take it from me. This is my journey and he supports me in his witnessing of me walking through it. I don’t know how to walk this path and I don’t know I ever will. I take one breath and then another. One step and then another. One season and then a transition into the next. I forest, beach, or lake bathe to bring me back into the Light and so I can take the throttle off auto pilot. Then I journal. Sharing this with all of you has awakended what is coming through as the beauty in my journey. Like Spring shoots up through the dark earthy world, the darkness holds growth, revealed in these little moments of transition. May your shoots become a revelation of love for you in your own journey💫💜💫