I’m drawing a chalk line around the person I used to be.
The only way to live deep is to die to my shallow self.
I refuse to rinse and repeat, I will not live a copy and paste life.
I want to leave the shadowlands and go further up and further in.
I’m finding that I belong nowhere and absolutely everywhere at the same time.
And so I rise up.
I want to sing throaty new songs and drink new wine from a crazy straw.
I want to follow the holy wildness to the place where freedom lives.
I’m drawing with chalk on the sidewalk of my soul. It’s a colorful picture of the person I’m becoming…
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