I met the Burning Woman.
A sharp pain – I didn’t even remembered I could feel – overwhelmed me.
All of me was shaked, with no chance or will to top that wave I feared was trying to swamp me and drown me, and never let me resurface again.
It was a cry of deep pain expressed through a voice that almost didn’t seem mine.
It was ancestral.
I was scared, scared not to resurface again.
Yet a tiny part of me hidden who knows where knew.
It knew that that one was a much needed wave.
And it didn’t let me flee, not this time, no more.
The following morning I was dazed and exhausted, as if returning from a great battle.
But I was alive, I survived.
I was strong because I knew that if I had made it this time I could make it anytime.
And I was lighter, relieved of a part of repressed emotions, experience and traumas that had been left to rot within for a very long time.
I didn’t flee, therefore I took an evolutionary jump in awareness that my Soul had been waiting for long.
I took a step towards Me, the one who is free, powerful and adventurous, the one who goes searching for her happiness, because she knows she’s worth it.