It takes time. It takes time to thaw out. I cannot expect to come to Kauai after years of trauma, and heal automatically. Or know how to heal. Or know what the fuck I am doing, at all. It takes time. Time to allow the land waters skies rain to pour over me wash over me heal me break me open transform me awaken me so that I am born again. Pure and whole. In harmony. With my Soul intact, reawakened, with the cells of my body cleansed purified washed out born again pure and whole, healthy. With the memory of my essential self, my soul before the trauma, before the assaults, before the injuries, before the condemnations, before the betrayals, springing to life and embodying my entire Being, taking Over, becoming Me again. Who I Am. My Essential Self. My True Self. Music drumming chanting singing night skies ocean waves crashing waves stormy days stormy nights getting wet getting dirty sand everywhere bliss bliss bliss. Connecting with people. Losing people. Connecting with other people. Sometimes things get worse before they get better. Facing myself my limitations my fears the ghosts the demons. Allowing them to come up. Staying present. Crying bawling aching. Descending into the pit of despair. Contemplating ending my life. Popping up bursting up through the darkness, Shining like the Sun itself like the billion night Stars. Alive. In Love. True. Kauai. Thank you.
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