In wisdom, I have found that balance gives me full breath, bright eyes, and a moderate pace. For many moments, I have wondered why I cannot hold onto that harmony. It was there that I began to realize the gathering of my conditionings. My story may be different from yours, as we are all moving through our own cycles with spirit, but perhaps you may still find some relativity within it.

Many times, through my own conditioning, I was taught to be the entertainer, the invitation that made others feel welcomed. My perspective was always this: if others could see their beauty and brilliance the way I could, the way the Earth’s teachings moved through me, then at the end of the day I would be able to recharge through the love of spirit. A simple concept, I thought.

Except, when I was away from the stream that once filtered over my feet as a child: the stream that softened my heart and held my tears I noticed how disconnected I became from myself. I stopped looking deeply into the eyes of my lovers. I had to learn the skill of boundaries.

When I was ungrounded, I could once sit in a tree, sing songs of infinity, and return myself to imagination and to the Earth. Now, in the city, people stare, wink, and often say, “I like that you’re willing to be that free.” Though it sounds like a compliment, something within the atmosphere of the statement can feel harmful at times.

Still, at the end of the day, I would rather remain the invitation for love, for Creator, and for the opening of the heart so each day I can open my heart a little more.