Chapter Change away from the known

does not mean a new novel but certainly does mean A new direction out Of a broken comfort zone.

We all have a story, a deeply personal story, a story that, when being created, pulls you down to depth you never knew could be so dark.

Running, swirling, avoiding, deep breathing nothing takes away the black until you stop, sit, feel the entire rawness, understand it’s all happening for you. Only then, does some small fragile light start to flicker anew.

Coaxing this timid light into a bright beam requires some serious wind, not a gentle breeze of maybes but a hurricane of gritty beliefs and focused action. Believe me there has been a hurricane raging here.

By tuning back into my roots, into the bones of my foundation, I have moved forward. Animals have always been the match in my dark. Once again they are showing me my way out of the dark… leading me straight through the pain, dragging me through the fire up the steps of a brand new chapter.

The smoke has still to settle, but, when it does I will see my way forward.

Wounds heal. In time.