into the forest, into the darkness

img_0228i stand here, on the edge of tomorrow. on the brink of entering the woods that will take me away from this world, this world as i’ve known it.

i wait for the signal to enter, knowing that when the time comes, i’ll rise to the occasion, step forward without looking back. i trudge quietly without asking where i’m going, or when i’ll get there. the point of this trip is truly the journey, not the destination. i feel this in my bones.

i don’t fear the forest. she’s safe.

i wait for it to call me in.

i feel the doorway opening, the invitation to enter is now.

it’s magnetic. there’s only one way: through. and to get through, it’s one step at a time.

she calls to me in quiet whispers. she sings to me in birdsong and dancing leaves. she is exciting. and excited.

i don’t fear the forest. she is my tunnel of transformation. she is my container, my guide, my lost connection to myself.

standing in the beginnings of tomorrow i take a look around and don’t know what i’m seeing because it’s so dark. i can’t yet know. it’s not a knowing i even long for. it’s in the being that feels best right now.

to be covered in darkness and yet moving so freely. liberation.

this is birth. to be invited into an unknown space fully trusting everything is okay. there are no monsters here. no bright lights to cast shadows.

it’s in the darkness we find ourselves.

it’s in the darkness we find ourselves.