I'm dying again...I feel like Sigourney Weaver from Alien when the alien baby came through her chest. I'm being cracked open....again.
I want to scream, rip everything off the walls and cry, then walk off in an Angela Bassett moment from "Waiting to Exhale" rising like a Phoenix from the ashes.
Nothing is wrong at all. I feel so powerfully free and loved, an amazing euphoric type of painful joy baked in an oven of gratitude. It's just that it's a cataclysmic event that happens within to bring change and evolution. We all repeatedly have our own Creation Story, a Big Bang, every level we awaken to. We literally create a new world within a world within our world.....I'm there in the midst of the spontaneous combustion.
Has your Tower fallen, waiting for you to build a new foundation underneath your feet?
Where will you go?
What will you do?
What will you create?
I don't have all the answers really.
I just know it's time to get UP!