Lounging in the hammocks with the greatest view in the world
I’m leaving next Thursday for the next Amazon journey. The first jaunt held 3 ceremonies, the second had 6, and this will grant me 8. I will never be the same.
That’s a good thing.
My intentions this time are lofty, reachable, real, and freaking necessary. I need to break free of my ego, my vanity issues, and my past abuses — all those question marks that keep me standing still – and start really, really living. I fall into the lazy, easy way out, and the Amazon is my ticket to honest transformation. Like everyone else, I have a world-changer inside, and she gets too bloody complacent. Not. Any. More.
Z is coming with me. We have been so synced and connected this last week, more than ever, and I know it’s just a tease of what’s to come. How can I be so lucky? I know I’m worthy, but I have such guilt about not giving enough back to the world. I can be so fucking selfish. That, too, will be an intended barrier bashing. No more fearful hording.
I have so, so many fears right now, but they’re all sourced from my control-hungry ego. She’s lost her grip on me, and that’s triggering a mess of chaos and shivering. Let her rumble. The jungle awaits.
