Alone she moves through the woods. Tiptoeing as she steps. The sound of leaves crunching beneath her feet. The light filters softly through the weeping branches, dancing along the forest floor, like fairies sprinkling pixie dust. Damp and thick is the air, each inhalation like a lush coating of love lining her lungs.

She thinks back to many moons ago, when her travels through the forest were deep and dim. Where the unknown and uncovered corners haunted her every step. Where pain halted her journey as she continually tripped over his roots.

Bruised and bleeding was most often how she exited the woods. The days after spent licking her wounds, the taste of sorrow saturating the surface of her tongue.

But really, it was here that she learned to see in the dark. It was here that she learned to light her own fire. It was here she learned to save her own soul.

Traversing amongst the trees now, is different. Eyes open or eyes shut, it matters not. For her heart knows the way. And that fire, well it burns within her.

And truth be told, she actually isn’t moving at all. For she has learned to stand still while her spirit soars. Silent. Listening. To her heart. And to that fire flaming within. The embers crackle with a wisdom and a knowing that some long a lifetime to learn. But she knows. Yes, she knows.

“Love”, she says to you. “Love is the answer. Follow me. Let my love lead you to your longings and my light lead you to your leader.”

Find her when you will. She’ll be waiting.