The last words Master Brian spoke hit me square in the chest; “share from the authority of your own healing experience.” I’ve been wrestling with this notion of being an authority of healing. I had yet to accept that what I have experienced gives me authority to impart healing for the intent of helping others.

At 35, I can confidently say that I know what me feels like. What a road it’s been, inhabiting the skins of my guardians. Cloaking my essence in crowd consciousness. Dampening authenticity for the fleeting rush of belonging to the bond of accepted behaviors.