Spirit whispered: Create. Listen, channel and flow. Stop forcing things.

Voices inside of me lost their urgency. The tyranny of self-doubt lifted. I learned to listen, to follow the signs. I had been following society’s expectations blindly, stumbling through a life filled with the weight of other’s expectations.

Sensing more was beneath the surface in the natural world. I gasped for air until spirit showed me that as long as I was bound to the desire to control everything on my own, creativity would not flow freely through me.

I set out to the desert to clear my soul of its tarnish, to clear the way for my path forward, to emerge and engage in a meaningful life. Art is a gift, a sacred contract to carry us through this physical plane in a spiritual realm. The desert stripped me down to my essence. The fire transformed what no longer served me, and from the ashes I was reborn.

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