I’ve died
I watched the mountains move
I've spoken and danced with plants, animals, waters, and fire
I’ve listened, learned, and repeated
I’ve felt deep love from the Earth
Held magic in my hands
That pulsed through my body
I converse with what most don’t see, feel, or hear
I’m magic
But we all are.e
Where does one go from here?
There’s no turning back.
I can’t unsee, unfeel, unhear, or unknow what has been woven into my being. And truthfully—I wouldn’t want to.
Does it make me mad? Maybe.
But it takes a beautiful kind of madness to step away from the familiar, to turn toward the wild unknown.
It takes a courageous heart to walk away from what numbs you in order to chase what sets you ablaze.
This path isn’t paved.
It doesn’t come with maps or promises.
But it does come with truth and awe and a quiet kind of freedom that lives in your bones.
So I invite you -
Into your own flavor of “crazy.”
To peek, or leap, beyond the veil of heaviness and obligation.
To ask the questions that stir something ancient in you.
To follow what shimmers.
To say yes to what your soul has been whispering all along.
You may know what it’s like to live within the walls of fear, despair, and not-enoughness.
And maybe you’ve also touched moments of love, joy, and freedom - those open fields where your spirit can breathe.
Both are real.
But only one truly feels like home
There is always a choice -
Even when it feels far away.
So follow what lifts you.
What beckons from deep within.
Let yourself inch - or fly - beyond the edges of the box you’ve outgrown.
You won’t regret it.
With love and blessings, beautiful one—
In honor and deep respect.
Susan