Summer strawberry full moon. I’ve been navigating under levels of burried levels. New devils at play, energetic dark phases wanted to underline my new paradigm. Painting the perception of these repeating cycles. The play at hand is a constant dance. Shielding under quite observations to entice the reactions. Drawing back to the board to plan out a new direction. Forgive me if I pull back my energy as I plan out the figurative escalations. Survival mode in pristine faith of walking blindedly. Cristina J
Days like these are what makes my faith and beliefs grow fonder of everything I’ve ever learned. Mental muscle takes courage, tears, fears, praising, resting, restlessness, every human emotion is needed for change. It’s lonely sometimes , I’m my only best friend, then there’s that invisible realm where others might call it delusional and not real but in my heart it’s what has kept me going in my life to see and experience things like all small children do who are in amazement through imagination, rhythm, and play.