There is no destination
On traversing the landscapes of my own heart, the only true final destination
Dear reader,
What if there was no destination? What if there was no exalted, Perfectly Healed self to arrive to? What if Perfectly Healed didn’t exist?
Would you show up differently?
Would you find more ease in your everyday life?
Would you find gentleness & compassion in your process?
I have good news, dear reader: there really isn’t a destination to arrive at. There really isn’t a Perfectly Healed self to rush to.
There is only you. And your heart. And your desires. And your truest essence—the one that lives below the mask you wear.