Sharon Ann Rose 11/2019
I’m putting pressure on myself.
The kind of pressure that holds you down. And holds you back.
Keeps defining your future steps in a certain way.
The kind of pressure that quakes in the face of death.
And runs hiding from the face of life.
You know… THAT kind of pressure.
And my chest burns with its impact.
Feeling all the well-intentioned and well-meaning selective actions I’ve taken.
Measured. Thought out. Like a cinched waistline that doesn’t want to reveal any curves.
Sharon lives by the guidance of her wild heart. She supports humanity in listening to the Feminine Soul as it reveals through the Earth... entrusting ourselves to the power and beauty that creates life from deep within.