Is it the courage of delivering my Woman-of-Me programme, allowing me to enjoy the vulnerability of meltingness of my fearful self?

Is it the naughtiness of saying YES to dreams and desires, and the dreaming and the desiring being enough?

Is the exploding into nothingness and timelessness so absolutely blissful and essential that I allow my words to be insufficient to the true life abundancy I have within?

What is this arrow light speed travelling energy that shoots off, passing through all the dirty and beautiful imperfections of human reality into the infinite existence where everything is…

stillness.