Often I dream of breathing underwater.
Jumping from a cliff and diving endlessly with nothing in sight. Other times I dream of being thrown into situations where I have no choice but to let go and trust that the ocean will be gentle with me.
And it’s funny. The moment I become scared, all of a sudden I’m reminded of this gift. The gift of knowing I can breathe into this space inside the water and everything will flow as it’s meant to. My lungs won’t collapse, my body won’t give out. All I have to do is trust...trust that I can do whatever is set out before me.
Who knows...maybe it’s all the Scorpio in me. 🌊🦂
I’ve had these dreams ever since I was a little girl. And the older I get, the more complex and undeniably true life underwater becomes.
In the nectar of emptiness, my faith was remembered.