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Sage of the Oak

Inner Strength Reconnect🌳🦉🖤

Sage of the Oak

Inner strength & Resilience to face our own unconscious mind; pain buried deep repressed stuck in time.
Presence with our shadows will illuminate the dark; and all that we believed was evil will initiate a spark. 

Once the spark has been lit true healing can begin; following the trails and clues of all that lie within.
For the veil now lifted what was hidden now is known; and this fuels our determination to recall our aspects home.

The uniqueness of us carved through the oak's trunk tree are the parts of us we buried deep; so, nobody could see; believing we were not good enough to scared to take that leap. 

But the fuel that lit the spark now combusting flames; no longer can we hide parts; that were labeled as shame.

The leaves of the oak will shed as part of rotation; dictated by the seasons forever changing.
A reminder for us that we too must let go; for what remains dormant prevents our chance to grow.

"The Sage of the oak a reminder of one’s own inner strength; a reminder to reconnect with our true essence as we embark on the journey through the darkness of the deep-rooted shadows; healing old wounds in presence and acceptance; embracing our own uniqueness." 🌳🦉🖤

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sparrowsong

Hello Joanne...

Beautiful!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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