It’s time to go.
Does that scare you? Did you just brush your hand down your shivering arm, now covered in goosebumps? Did you wrap yourself around whatever it is you’re holding on to just a little bit tighter?
It’s time to go.
It’s time to gently unwrap your fingers from whatever it is you were holding onto with such ferocity.
Let go and reach up to the stars instead, fingers open and tender, perhaps trembling, perhaps steady.
When you lay there sleeping, you were enough. You’re still enough. But now that it’s time to awaken, you are ready for more. What needs to die to allow the next phase of YOU to come into being? There’s a warrior in you waiting to feel her first breath. There’s a moon in you ready to wax full. There’s a field of wildflowers in you awaiting the sun’s morning kiss. Are you afraid to become more than you were, afraid you are dark and unholy? You are born from the stars, do you think you shine any less than they?
Open your lips and let fresh air infuse your body. You body is your own and no one can say its time to be more. No one has that right except for you.
Do you wonder when is the right time to let go of who you were and become the next version of yourself? No one can answer that.
Do you find yourself raising your face to the sky and asking for a sign that it’s time? No one can tell you about time except for yourself, for time has its own meaning depending on if you ask a dragonfly, a tree, a fox, a river, a rock, or the stars. And your time will differ from all of these.
Listen. Listen. Listen.
Your body knows. Your body is tuned, whether you’re aware of it or not, to your spirit and soul. Allow it to be a conduit and tell you the answers you so wildly seek.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
If you feel like a wild thing, then you are on the right track. If you find you understand the language of the wolves, then you are on the right track. If you think you feel the slightest pulse of heartbeat from deep under your bare feet on the ground, then you are on the right track.
If you are following the whispered beckoning of the wind, keep going and don’t look back.
Don’t look back, just go.