Dreams do come true.

I’ve been in Mexico since the beginning of the year. And. It feels like part of my heart has always been in Latin America. Even before my huperson remembers being there. At least. In this lifetime. So maybe I have been called here. When I was younger (or shorter I’ll say). Cause age. Well. In soul years doesn’t really compute to hupeople years. Amirite? Anyway. Returning to this calling.  It’s a want. A desire. To be in warmth. To be with. To be in. Vibrance. 

And. As a shorter being. As I was trying to fall asleep.  And. Felt worries in my heart. I would tell my mama that I wanted to (runaway) to Tahiti. Not sure how I heard of it. Or even what I knew of it. Except. I imagined it warm. And. Vibrant. Full of life. 

So. This is my second year. In a row. (If time exists). That I have allowed myself to be here. To winter in magical Mexico. And. Last year. I returned to the States to a romantico relationship having crumbled apart. Maybe imploded. Either way(s). It led me to (finally) open my heart to my now sexy boo thang aka my partner. 

And. This year when my sexy boo thang aka my partner visited.  We talked about our sovereignty. As individuals. And our safety collectively. Some of the words used were different. And. I thought I was fine. Until I wasn’t. I tossed and turned.  In the dream state. Releasing the pieces of the past. Releasing the stuck NRG aka energy. Leftover. Exhaling, exhaling, exhaling. Until I was with him, my boo. In that state. Dreaming. And he said. I want to be w you forever. 

And in my awake state. I had the courage. To share my triggers. From words. And I clarified mine. And I shared my dream. And he told me I am beautiful.  

And. Dreams do come true. When you open your heart. When you take the leap(s). Sure. You may get to release some shitake on the way. And. What a gift. To heal your self. And open your heart wider.

And. ILYSM. TYSM for being you, boo.

xoxo,
em.