Looking back now from 2034, it’s been ten years since the Turning. My inner voice of wisdom kept whispering about The Time of the Turning – what an ominous phrase, but it was needed to give safety and security to a phase of such change and uncertainty.
We didn’t even understand what had already been done by our ancestors and own hands, as it looked like so much horror, and in truth – it was. It was hard to hold onto hope and forgiveness in the same hand.
2024 was the year that I found not only myself but my tribe. I had found myself the previous year, but now I was ready to be known. I was ready to shine and to go supernova. It took a lot of preparation to be ready for what was about to come next.
I found my way to be close to the earth with a tight-knit group of people who committed to stay, to build, and to certify their self-sovereignty. That was the year that “me” became a “we” which meant something new. I belonged to a tribe I fully loved, yes… but I also respected deeply their creative acts, process, and beautiful hearts.
2024 is the year that I let myself feel safe and not safe at the same moment in a place where others could see it. I found the group that didn’t misunderstand my vulnerability as something scary but beautiful.
They trusted me that I trusted myself.
This is how the feminine gets held again and again, regardless of which body parts you have.
2024 is when I started to glimpse the deeper layers of what my mission to assert the place of women meant. I got hired at a real job by a boss who loves being told what to do by powerful women, and we took all that power to the damn bank in service of our greater mission.
We did what was ours to do.
2024 was when I made an inner garden that was just for me.
I stopped trying to share the inner sanctum with the world, but I did invite increasing numbers of people into the grand hall inside myself.
I made more space in myself. I found the proper place for things. I changed my relationship with time.
I selected the timelines. I selected my friends. I selected my housemates and lovers. I stopped trusting those who would perhaps never trust themselves enough to be trustworthy.
I stopped putting myself on discount. I did make myself visible and offered my service in a way that let people access me regardless of the financial means.
There’s a difference.
I learned it.
There is a difference between settling for and being tolerant of. I learned it, too.
2024 is the year that I found love and hugs: real love and real hugs – the kind that go on for more than thirty seconds. I kept being open. I kept going until I found it.
I hope that however long it takes or took you that you will find it too.
Learning to be real 🙏❤️