I never wanted to be 'an herbalist'. I only wanted the training to be more self reliant and closer to nature. I took it to an extreme. I did good with it, and it was nice, but it was never an intention to make it my identity.
And i am relieved to be able to release it.
Tonight, I am very tired, but I am writing, because I can feel the underlying flow of inspiration. I can feel something... something coming up from under.
Its like a bulb pushing through the soil, bloom aiming upwards- reaching for the sun, knowing it is going to break through.
I have been listening to Rush. It pulls my soul... more than most.
Memories of a distant future-past melding into heart song of paint flow to paper & horizons....
Tear down of physical definition to rebuild and enliven my soul. This is the theme of my life now. I am in appreciation of it.
... and this is my beauty.
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