What happens when the collective spiritual dream ends, your identity dissolves, and you realize you were the ground beneath your own feet the whole time
Ahhh yes... I'm in the swamp, Dea, and longer than I would have liked. I'm having a difficult time seeing myself out of it but I suspect it's because I'm still resisting....thank you naming it all so beautifully!
Gorgeous 🥰 “Presence without role. Being without purpose”
Ahh, that one came through quiet and bare… I’m so glad it found you. 🌿
Another really great piece, Dea. Thank you.
"You’re walking around your own life like a confused extra on the wrong movie set."
You are not surprised, are you ? - I am loving it !
Know that - been there.
But this one - oh my god, this is perfect:
"you were the ground beneath your feet the whole time"
thank you
Ahhh yes... I'm in the swamp, Dea, and longer than I would have liked. I'm having a difficult time seeing myself out of it but I suspect it's because I'm still resisting....thank you naming it all so beautifully!
Love it! You always hit the nail right on the head Dea 🛠 ✨️
“I create my reality, so everything is my fault.” DANG! Never looked at it from this angle before...
Remembering who the F... I... AM...💪✨️🙏 Thank you Dea