Though I did some serious rewiring already, I am starting to see how stuck I have been in that scarcity mindset.
Limiting myself for decades....
Because planning a future feels like a luxury when survival is the focus.
These posts are:
๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐น๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐น๐ถ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐ผ ๐น๐พ๐น ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ป ๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐พ๐๐ป ๐พ๐ ๐ถ๐ท๐๐๐น๐ถ๐๐ธ๐.
๐ฏ๐ ๐ท๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐ป๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐.
๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ป ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ธ๐ถ๐๐ธ๐พ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐น๐๐๐.
๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐น๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ป ๐
๐๐๐ธ๐๐
๐๐พ๐๐, ๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐๐๐๐๐ท๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ท๐๐ป๐๐๐.
It has been a strange week. As if something is trying to keep my mind occupied.
As if I am not allowed yet to see or take the next step.
Previously, I would have suspected that itยดs me holding myself back, but I am not so sure now.
It is more like I am filled up with so many thoughts, that itยดs decided that I need to pause for a while.
Take some time to digest and take in all the new.
Not to dock the boat, but float around a bit, see what I will stumble upon.
Let things take shape in my subconscious and be released into my world once they have taken that physical form, but not without keeping one leg in this physical world.
That might be it, I need time to find my balance, make that balance part of my routine.
Well, for now, itยดs Saturday and I think I will take it really easy. Enjoy what life brings me in all its shapes and tastes.
I am grateful for having this day to let me enjoy the pleasures of life and digest all that I have learned since I started this journey.
I spread my arms, and I welcome abundance in all its beautiful ways into my life with a big smile and an even bigger thank you to myself and the universe.
Thank you for making it this far....for those who know me...or better, think they know me, this might have been a WTF moment.
For me, this is a WTF journey, but I finally know my destiny: Avalon.
Around 1200 AD, Geoffrey of Monmouth wrote that King Arthur was taken on a boat to Avalon by โnine sisters,โ the eldest being Morgan le Fay.
Avalon, where the mists of the worlds are thin and time no longer reigns.
โThe king was carried to the isle of Avalon to be healed of his wounds.โ
According to legend, he did not return from Avalon, but he is prophesied to do so: Arthur is the "once and future king."
Ever since, poets and dreamers have chased that myth. I am a poet, a dreamer, a mystic, and a magician.
I will not chase the myth, I will recreate it just as she meant it to be.
Because over all these centuries, Avalon has grown, the word itself holds more power than the eyes of time can see.
The ancient Celtic legend, a sacred island of healing and immortality, shrouded in fog and guarded by priestesses.
In a quiet English village in 1897, a young writer named T.E. Wilburn sat beneath an old oak and scribbled in his journal:
โAvalon is not merely a place, it is the ache of the soul that remembers something purer than this world can offer.โ
That line would later appear in his forgotten book Through the Mists, and inspire the chorus of a 1974 folk song by Rowan Shade:
โSail away, sail away / To the isle where kings still breathe / Avalon, oh Avalon / My heart you never leave.โ
To some, Avalon is paradise. To others, a metaphor for death, it might be both.
Even today, Avalon appears as a vivid symbol of hope after ruin, of wholeness beyond despair.
Avalon is more than a story.
Avalon is a compass for lost souls, pointing somewhere beyond the chaos of the world, to recovery, to rebirth, and reset.
And like Arthur, those willing will all encounter the boat to take them there.