As I let go of the illusion of security, control, perfection
something shifts inside of me.
The airy anxiousness, like bees buzzing in my chest, evaporates.
Quiet settles in, heavy like a wool blanket.
But in spite of the new, solid weight of my soul,
I find my feet floating above the earth,
No longer stuck or requiring such effort to make each step.
Who knew how heavy one has to be to fly?
