38.

38. The great. The year my prayers debated my fate. So I guess this Ph.D. is really about learning me—deciding who and how I want to be.

This is the year I got in tune… with my inner thoughts, desires, and fears… let them whisper and shout… wander about… embraced the whole of me with raw and unbridled love…

I practiced the art of acceptance—critically examining when it is and when it isn’t…an appropriate tool…for peace…and liberation…

I felt the joy in keeping thoughts, experiences, love…. private… sacred… between me, you, and God

I continue… to unlearn… to grow… to appreciate my idiosyncrasies and the mysteries of life…

in lockstep with the years preceding it, 38 strengthened my faith… awakened an ancestral healing power… in the third hour… it opened my third eye… the year that summoned me to shine… to prepare for 39… the grand finale of a beautiful and heartbreaking decade of love… of life… lost and found… cherished and restored… born and reborn… a love/a life wild and free…