I am moving forward. Just the way I am, with my ding-a-ling chemo brain. No judgement.
I was out for a beautiful, snowy ski way out in the woods today. I stopped by an ancient cedar tree and offered my Aseema. I said thank you, for the woods and the snow and the air and the earth I get to live on. And then I asked, “Please. Help me find my way.”
The answer from the Spirits was immediate: You’re already on it.