That is what I intend lately. Fierce Grace.

I feel fierce. I feel fiercely passionate about being me and helping others find their “me”.  My passion is to light up some dark corner that holds the magic key to self discovery. I have found that key, though I am not sure I can assuredly say I know the key for any other being. Until someone asks me a question.

I know I have hit upon something that is truth when I see the light in that person’s eyes. It goes on. There is a sparkle. I live for the sparkle. I pray that I say something that will help this person before me feel the river of love. That is my desire. That is my life’s work.

The life I stand in now feels so very familiar, though I can’t say that I have allowed it to surface clearly until recently. There was a fear that being this me that I was getting to know again would be rejected as I perceived it to be when I was quite young and since. However, that fear no longer keeps me quiet. I acknowledge it and move ahead anyway. With fierce grace.