I used to adorn my worth in certifications, convinced the more I accrued the more of an expert I’d be. The more I studied, the greater my worth would grow and the emptiness of what I was actually trying to fill would subside. Trouble was, it didn’t matter how much I learned, I never felt like I had enough.

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.

She is I and I am her, often forgetting my worth. Working the world of shadows. Merging, rebirthing, dividing. Stripped of a selfhood as I change clothes. Writing words offers a solace reminder of the journey. My place a bead of dew on the web of Life.