On growing into myself & my power.

This is a reclamation.

I am becoming.
I have been becoming.
I will be becoming.

This is becoming.

More beautiful. More peaceful. More free.
More clear. More grounded. More clean.

This is a reclamation of energy.

Words are spells.

Words are spells, and amidst the mess & the noise & the hubbub, there is love.
Words are spells, and through it all— here we are.
Here we are.

I am myself, and that is enough.
I am becoming, and that is enough.
I am beautiful, and that is enough.

I am everything.
I am love.

love power

I am learning to let myself be & feel uncomfortably full without busting at the edges.

That’s it. That’s the post.
That’s the feeling. That’s the way of being. That’s the rootedness.

I don’t give a shit about anything else.
I am learning to conserve, conserve, conserve.

I am learning to give ONLY from a place of turn-on. Not overflow. Turn-on.

It has to fucking…