Flash Back...

For months now, I have wondered where this beauty is inside of me. The girl who’s not afraid to go off and explore the world, and speak up for humanitarian points of view with many issues she may have a conservation about. There’s stories buried inside of me that I’m sure my nephews will want to know or anyone else who’s curious about the world and its cultures. Oh, the places I’ve been and still want to wander off to explore. Well, well, when you are healing from trauma; mind you it’s your own personal, ancestral trauma and the world's all at the same time you forget about the things you love the most. Ah, the days when my beloved carryon possessions are my little blue book with all my entry stamps, a few cameras, external hard drives, memory cards, and a computer along with a pair of sunnies and a hat to wander unknown streets to me. Hopefully, someday I’ll get to the things that I love the most. For the time being new chambers of my heart space are being called to tend to, to unlock my full potential under the layers of shame, hate, and self pain that I’ve taken on over the years...

Photo is from my first trip to the Galapagos with Lindblad Expeditions!