spiderweb mess

i'm not tangled anymore.
it's courageous to dive into the story of transformation.
i wear it now. this new skin. a tattered cloak. with wings.
i'm researching transformation in all of its forms:
how it works 'in love'
how it works 'in creative process'
how it works 'in conflict'
how it breathes.
how it weaves.
it's mystery.
accepting what i cannot know
accepting what is difficult to see.

my favorite part:
no matter what --i will probably always have a voice that wants to sabatoge me, criticize me, judge me and abuse me. this is going to be a part of me for the rest of my life. so i accept it and it doesn't have power over me anymore. if it's here, fine. but i'm not going to buy into it this time. i'm on a different rhyme. spirit rhyme. spirit time. soul time. soul is fine. this soul is fine. sometimes i step back a few steps to gather some things from the past. and then i accept what is uncomfortable and then it moves swiftly. red earth is the best teacher. and the other thing i know is this: transformation is essential. and it is visible and invisible.