Every situation of self sabotage, sacrifice, numbing, whatever it may be is because of the fear of if I do actually turn inward and start to work on this, what if I prove myself right, that I am actually not enough.

One step towards La Que Sabe, carrying the bones I have collected along the way, onward, onward, onward.

While I feel called to offer a moment of recognition, a connection born from someone else’s understanding of your experience entirely secular from your experience at all, I hesitate to taint the purity.

Living does not come naturally to me.

We can only arrive with open arms to every council meeting and let the people speak. A leader with no insight to the needs of her community will never be able to provide a safe and flourishing environment.

I will admit that I crave so deeply to be loved. To be seen. That the mess is the meat.