And So We Begin

Here we are, the start of a long epic journey once again. It has a been a wild ride getting here this time. Many trips around the sun, 23 exact, to remember and awaken enough to find myself back in this very place, that I have been many, many, many times before.

It’s almost as if this is my life’s work, the destiny of what my soul has come here to do, and finally, it is my time and chance to burst through, out of the soft membrane of protection, and birth my creation out into the world. Softly gently, awakening my flesh to the taste of new life. I am the one being born, it is me coming to life. Not some foreign entity that is born of my body but an extension of my own soul poured out into written and dialogue form. My soul spoken in word and poetry and rhyme, the voice of my people, I.

And here I am, once again, and how grateful I feel to be alive. To be me and to share and sing and delight in this craft once again. It’s like breathing again. It’s like running it’s like feeling. Oh to feel, so so deeply how I feel. And once again I am here to share and to show and to walk the way back home into the heart that has always known. The heart that has kept these seeds safe. The heart that has nursed and nurtured this truth of my self into wholeness, into completion, keeping my being safe. The truth of who I am safe. Safe from the watching eyes, safe from the darkness of despair. Safe from ever being taken, because it is my truth, and this truth is pure golden nectar honey. This truth is my reason, my why, my whole completion. My heart has kept this safe from me. From my own reaching grabbing hands of dark that would have ripped these words form my throat and thrown them in the fire, not for cleansing but instead to be burned and discarded. Afraid of the truths that dwell within that now bubble to the surface to be shared. Because the watching eyes were those of hate, and now they stand by my side. Complete and whole, together, as one, we rise.

We are the watchmen of our own destiny. We are the protectors and the rulers. Our hearts hold our keys and keep our truth hidden until it’s finally time to emerge. So let your heart lead the way. And find those keys within. Unlock those doors of your heart and find your way back home.

Once your heart deems you ready, your wings will start to dry, as you emerge form the cocoon. Ready, go soar.

Here I am. Here I am.

The seed of life, Annika Danielson 2024