But this is interesting to note as things go up.
I'm really so pleased to have things on my wall in my bedroom.
It's becoming a massive, magical sanctuary. All these things from RCG, Blue Moon Meets, Sacred Chakra Sisterhood, Temple of Twelve, The Silver Bow Sisterhood. Herbs, oils, tarot, runes, astrology, holidays, elements. I feel like the story of my soul is written on the walls of my room. It feels daunting, and beautiful, and brave, and so very naked.
I should have done this so long ago. But there is no guilt or remorse in this (/that).
I am giving birth to myself, and I feel allowed, empowered, certain, I get to take however much time I need to and to love, with gratitude and the humble respect, the self who kept me together to get to this point.
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