A few years ago, I was boarding a plane by myself to Tulum, and I was feeling very anxious when I noticed a little girl in front of me wearing a Batman dress and a yellow tutu.
Despite the feelings of fulfillment coupled with exhaustion and some loss, I am nonetheless strengthened by this journey. And also a bit more free… relieved of some kind of karmic burden.
To me, this period was a kind of “dark night of the soul,” one that was filled with many dark nights in themselves, but moreover a prolonged period of excavating my “shadow”…
I was making eggs the other morning and was feeling the pain and sorrow surfacing from old wounds, and in that stillness of the moment, a sudden realization came to me…
