I do love him. I want to move on but it doesn’t feel complete. Show me my way, Mother.
Daughter of the rivers,
Be you, and keep being so well.
Now is not the time to turn back and long and wish but to traverse those dying days and fill your cup with gratitude and joy.
He is hurting. Bless him and release. Clear and cleanse your field.
Dance. You are going home and now it is the time to rejoice.
Take your rest. Be still and listen to what sister wind teaches you.
Continue to ask the trees to hold your wounded pain.
You will go and plant the seeds for new red and yellow and golden flowers that will bloom onward into the sky of love.
Hear me, once, dear holy child of the peace, and choose to believe— for the choice is yours.
You did not falter. His actions reflect purely and simply His state. Not yours. You are on a new, holy, divine path and this is yours alone, to share with the elements of love.
Keep going, blessed daughter, and growth will sprout from your fertile and watered heart.
Nourish and take the medicine and food of the Earth.
We see the power you are. And we are guiding you, always.
Go home, dear girl, go home.