I understand the pain of this garden you find yourself in, and I promise you there is magic on the other side.
This pain, is absolutely necessary. There are going to be many doors that will open and you are going to walk through most of them as you find your way. You will find yourself every place you don’t belong until finally, you will find your true home.
You will fall in lust, in like, in hate, and in love with many souls. You will try to re-create the garden you escape from and you will find yourself desperately unhappy and you will always run. You never, ever settle and the path you choose in the end is the right one.
You will find yourself filled with exquisite rage that does not belong to you, but is part of you none the less. There is beauty even there, as you will learn to harness that righteous anger and become a healer.
Always remember, that your sacred heart and the best parts of you are found within the horses and the wolves. This is where your strength is. Remember that it’s okay to be the one who loves the most and that your tenderness is a gift. Your softness is not a weakness. From there, you will grow into your best self.
There are days when you find yourself searching for the Tree of Knowledge; look for it in blue eyes and jack daniels. Allow yourself to love this one. He saves you from yourself more times than you can count but never tries to tame your wild heart. You will never posess each other and there is immense beauty and freedom in this love. It wounds initially, but also heals. He is darkness, but without him, you wont find the light.
In this moment, I can offer you this one single hope; you’ll have no regrets.
May you always remember the sheer beauty you are, and may you grow to be a light for others in darkness. I assure you, you are on the right path.
Trust yourself, Trust the Process.
The light at the end of this tunnel is dazzling and he loves you, daughter of the wild earth, with a fierceness and warmth unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. This pain is absolutely necessary; and then there is love.
An Elder Priestess