Digging Deep and Rebuilding...

I have recently been working on some projects where I have had to re-read some case files, look at photographs and dig deep into my soul to pull out the memory files of the brain.

No matter how many years go by, some memories are tucked neatly away and take a lot of energy to pull them out and rehash.  This isn't an easy feat.  No matter how many times I tell the story, I share the dark and dirty details, there are moments where the memories stir my soul and open my heart wide open.

I find that these moments are good for the soul, in some weird way.  Like exercising that tears down the muscles for you to only have to build them back up again, I find the same to be true for memories and sharing my story.  I find that each time that I share a piece of the story or the entire thing, that my heart  is opened up and rebuilt.  That my capacity to understand, to share and to love both myself and others, through either my breakdown or theirs - continues to get larger and stronger with more capacity.

And so I continue to share, to dig deep and to rebuild - as that process continues to help me be my fully authentic self. NAMASTE.
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