A dear friend of mine that comes up often in my book of gems is Clay Patrick Mcbride. He has been there to push and pull me through the fog - no matter how thick it may seem. This time, Clay helped me walk through the fear of attending a workshop that works to bringing out the you that we all bury so deeply within us. The next workshop, Transformation is in less than a week, and I can not wait to be back there.
Seeing the light has been topic of conversation as of late.
To realize what this could mean, I had to be literal to find the metaphoric.
Things are comin' too fast it seems, and to take a breath, and realize there is light,
that's just all I need sometimes.
I got my feet on the ground
& I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body
And this voice cannot be stifled by your deviantways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around, I got my own hell to raise
- Fiona Apple