This past November, I wrote in my journal:

May my wounds heal. And may my healing be what spreads and not the wound.

Immediately after I thought, “I'm tired of healing.” And I wondered why that is.

Healing is a natural process that is part of the body… we don’t make it happen. We support it.

Lately, I’ve felt a pull not only to dream, but to create those things that I’m dreaming of. To take my dreams more seriously.

And, what has followed is… anxiety. Fear. The border between fantasy and manifestation is a risky one. Cost seems inevitable. Failure is always possible. And with both of those comes the possibility of the loss of the dream entirely…