I feel as if no matter how far in distance I am from you that the space is actually not far. I’ve gotten so many random messages: of love, missing you, I’m always here for you, it’s not okay I haven’t heard from you in a while.
My heart is heavy. It contemplates what its purpose is here on Mother Earth. It contemplates how it should extend love to others and self. It contemplates if past notions can be future notions.
I am grateful for your ❤ and self. I promise to keep leading with my heart. It’s the only way I know how.