The Journey to Freedom

A crack in my armor, 

Symbolic of my past,

An honoring of what got me here.

Space for what was, what is, and what will be.

I am bruised,

I am patched,

I am imperfect,

But I am free.  

I am free to honor my journey,

I am free to let my voice ring out,

I am free to let the vibrations of change,

Help me evolve and grow.

I am free to be me. 

May my unique sound ring out into the world.

I am here.

I am chosen.

I am gifted.

I am divine. 

May I let go of fear,

And walk my path to freedom.

A journey paved with lessons in love. 

My work travels this week took me to Philidelphia, the nation's original capital. The home of the most iconic symbol of freedom, the Liberty Bell. I stood in awe of that Bell. The stories it carried, the history it witnessed and the speckled imperfections of our nation's past. Yet, it stands there proudly serving as a symbol of hope, I symbol of dreams fulfilled and unrealized.   

It felt important for me to honor that moment as I reflect on my own journey to freedom, each crack, each imperfection, giving me the courage to walk my path. To journey forward despite my past as I make space in my heart for what will be. 

My hope is that you can lift the weight of your past mistakes and find your own symbol of personal freedom. I want so much for each of us to live a life we are proud of, feeling liberated to be our authentic selves, and to feverishly pursue what makes us uniquely happy.  

Love and light my friends,

Kara