Let your inner child rise; it’s time to get to work

Once upon a time, there was a little girl.

This little girl was full of sunshine, her hair bouncing while she danced, her smile so wide her cheeks might burst from joy, her laughter hiccuping through the air, her eyes bright and wise.

The little girl came to this world to learn, to grow and blossom, and to serve and care for the earth with love and ferocity.

When the girl encountered others, she began to notice she was different.

Too open, too eager, too interested, too passionate, too loud, too sparkly, too big, too much.

And she became afraid she wasn’t worthy of love. Afraid she would be alone.

So, she did everything she could to fit in and prove her worth and value to others.

Layer after layer, she closed her heart and mind, quieted her voice and desires, dimmed her light to match the darkness, and made herself small.

And then, she was truly alone, even when she was surrounded by people and things.

To everyone else, the girl had everything, but she felt like she had nothing.

Many years later as a grown woman, she met a priestess that possessed a strange kind of magic.

The priestess was grounded and wise, and full of light. Her smile was effortless and genuine. She moved with purpose and grace. She treated everyone with love and compassion. Her integrity, honesty and authenticity attracted many.

Upon observing the priestess, the woman’s heart was expanded and her armor began to crack open.

The woman had a feeling of déjà vu, like she was witnessing something familiar.

Because she was.
What she saw in the priestess triggered memories to flood in and she remembered who she was.

She remembered her value.
She remembered her mission.

She began to weep for her younger self. That beautiful, innocent creature. That bold and tender heart. That ease and joy and brilliance. That curiosity.

There, in the depth of her morning and loss, the woman found herself, her whole, authentic self.

She also found her resolve.

It was not only time to remember that little girl, it was time to unravel the stories, crack open the armor, peel back the layers.

It was time to be whole again.

And, so, the woman got to work.

That woman is me.
That woman is you.

That little girl is me.
That little girl is you.

That priestess is me.
That priestess is you.

Let’s get to work.