When stories begin to tighten

"On the other side of the shore, lives a fallen woman.  She has fallen many, many times.  She keeps getting up. She is driven by curiosity and amazed by expanded views.  That is, when she awakens to them." 

My heart been caught on a snag.  I've been avoiding the words to interpret it.  My story can be heartbreaking.  I can choose blame.  I can pull the victim card.  I can write about how I chose to be wrong even when no one told me I was.  Just to keep the peace, ya know?  I can apologize again and again. Ask for forgiveness, while still confused as to what it was that went wrong in the first place.  I am capable of all of this.  I am capable of all of this.  It's totally doable.  I did some of this.  

I believe in healing.  Healing is movement.  Healing is reconnecting to a whole, aligned moment.  Back to center.  Back into the embrace of our true-ness.  Beginning again.  I begin again.  Healing does not mean curing, healing is not about removing or ridding of.  Healing is a shift in energy, perspective, belief, a strongly held idea.  I am healing.  I'm healing all the time.  This time, I'm being called to do a whole lot.

I belief in moving, healing and shifting story.  Stories are made by how you plant and tend to them. Do they bare fruit?  Or do some need to be uprooted and replanted?  Or maybe that's your story and- enough said.  Story can be a healer.  Sometimes my stories don't fit anymore.  They start feeling tight and cause blisters when I walk.  They can confuse me and sometimes, I allow them to.  Sometimes, I'm not ready.  This results in groundless energy.  It gets hard.  Dizzy.  Story update alerts would be nice, but I ask myself, "would I listen or procrastinate?"  Stories can transform.  They can loosen and let in a few doses of the right kind of light.  Right now, my stories are in need of some major revisions.  They are coming up for some air.

I am nervous about all of this.  I am also excited.  But, I'm also scared.

Then again...
I believe in moving, healing, shifting story.

Here.  I.  Go.