Her distant, dormant dream was brought back to life. Fully awakened. Arousing all her heart’s desires. With no more space for doubts and fear. She then realized that her light has never left at all. Her grace has taken a lovely form. Unique yet undefined. Sweet though surreal. Surviving. Enduring. Flourishing.
“One who has control over the mind is tranquil in heat and cold, in pleasure and pain, and in honor and dishonor.” – Bhagavad Gita