Death in the Valley
As I drove through this desolate part of the country towards greener pastures my heart began to thud with an awareness. “I must bring death to all the old stories that no longer serve me”
The woes me stories. The lies I tell myself daily. The stories that randomly jump into my mind and I hit play and rewind and replay them over like a sickening loop. With the commentary “if only” “I should have” “WHY”
In this valley that provides little life to anything, I began to feel a death come over me. It was time to let go of the wounded warrior.
We call this the Life//Death//Life cycle. When we’ve gotten to a point in this lifetime where one version of ourselves no longer is expansive enough to contain life. An old piece of ourselves must die. And die it did right here in this desert as I gave birth to a new vibrant life.