I now have my wings.
I am now able to fly.
Preparadness.
Years of learning.
Cleansing.
Clearing.
Honing in.
Releasing.
Calling in.
Harnessing.
It is now.
I am ready.
Stepping one foot at a time.
Putting on my balls.
And roaring my roar.
But the beauty of it all.
I don’t need to yell.
Only wisper.
Because this badass roar doesn’t need grandure.
It is so powerful… a simple wisper marks intent and ignites magnitiude.
she wipsers: meow (like a kitten)
then smiles with a prideful grin.
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The heat. The quiet. The intent. It’s sacrid. Healing. Pure. Accepting. Nonjudgemental. Light. I can breathe. And be me. Just me. No makeup. No title. No responsiblity. Just me. Immerse myself in my practice. Focus on my body. At my own pace. The power of the postures. The depth of that day. The cleansing of…
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