When the call comes for more

For change

For freedom

For awakening

For stepping into who you were always meant to be

It doesn’t usually arrive as a sparkly party invitation

Often the call for liberation is more like a silent stalker

A sense of being followed by something dark and disquieting that simply won’t go away

A low level feeling of dread that crawls into bed with you at 3 AM

That sends your nervous system into spasm

And your mind into narrow spirals of incoherent panic

Its the visit from the unknown

That leaves you in a fog of confusion

Teetering off balance

And wandering aimlessly through seemingly outwardly purposeful days

A part of you knows that something has ended

That you’re going through the motions of a life that is no longer yours

That dread is really grief

A keening cry for the old days and the old you

The one that you know so well

The one whose scent and shape has housed all you have ever recognized as home

You love this one

You don’t want her to go

To die

To be no more

You cry out “Not now!

“Can’t we put this off for just a tiny bit longer?”

“It’s too soon”


But the pact has been made

The contract signed

The deal already done

Your soul has decided

It is time to move on

To step into a much larger world

A more authentic life

And left what was once so familiar lying on the floor like a translucent snake skin

Already shriveling in the heat and light of the brightly shining noonday sun.