We find stories being told that are hundred years old. Old old stories that do not belong to us. Old stories that find their strength in their repetitive patterns.
Once we face our old stories we can initiate the process of transformation. This is my Old Story no. 1.
I've been writing this piece for soooo long, and it still feels like a draft. It is the draft of an old dear story. Unfinished as it is, I am releasing it, creating space for what's to come with my heart aching less. . .
