Fly with me through the rambling machinations of my mind and soul.

Rising out of self-doubt, low self-worth, and the fear of being seen for your soul — when all you’ve ever wanted is to be seen — is hard. It’s not all love & light, it’s facing your shadows & soul. Then choosing to step into the fire — fear and all — letting it give your wings strength to open and take flight.

Why the ashfall you say? Because that’s what you have to soar and swirl through as you leave the embers of your old life behind, out of the grey limbo that once was and could be

I have a voice, even if it is the violence of a whisper that is so faltering and imperfect, it is mine and i choose to use it. I hope it, in whatever small way, finds yours.