may every door
lead us home
You have an idea that you know wants to live outside of you, wants to be expressed, told, sung – and you know how. You want to remove the fog on the process of birthing it, the process of putting it in the 3D, you're out here searching with lanterns for the structures that will sustain you as you nourish it. Sometimes it feels so real and fiery and it LIGHTS YOU UP and sometimes it sends you into a confusion spiral, a lost land, a flow too deep in the feeling waters and no clarity as to the rest. You flow! You feel! You feel and flow until you might actually disappear, and then what??? What do we do with the flow? Or sometimes the flow itself is foggy, and you know how to build and build but the heart feels unheard.