Spread your wings open. Perhaps your tension is also a symptom of containing your ecstasy. There, in between your shoulder blades, you are holding something back. Like a lighthouse, it asks you to REMEMBER. With every deepening breath, feel the self that beckons you. This woman moans with each sensible self betrayal. She cries with the loss of your primal joy. She understands her capacity for pleasure. She knows why she is here. And she is asking you to awaken.
Answer her. Sit for a moment in your dark. Sit with that rich ache that holds you accountable to your dreams. Walk past the starving woman, the woman who is to busy achieving to know what she wants, walk past your father, your mother, and every unhappy voice that told you love was an unworthy risk.
Sit down. And tell me… what do you hear in that dark?
I am issuing you an invitation to live the life you were meant for. Together let’s make new habits. Habits that nourish ecstasy and not just safety. I dare you to dive into the chaos or the quiet that will open you. To exchange your “yes” for your “FUCK YES!” Perhaps your breath only stops at the top of your throat or chest because you have not invited it in.
Invite it in. NOW.