I’m here to write about my spiritual journey as purely as I can. In order to do that, I’ve decided to shed some of my skins. I have many. We all do.
But let’s also keep it real. This IS another New Age yoga blog from some middle-class, white American feminist mom. I’m not a new story. My spiritual journey is a well-traveled path. What’s that new buzzword? Empath? Sure. You could say I’m one of those. I think so many people are using that word that it’s losing its power.
I’m tired of me. Aren’t you? I don’t want to hear what I have to say about ME; that person is overdone. I want to hear from the COLLECTIVE in me.
I want to hear from the chemicals within that have been fermenting for thousands of years in a carefully constructed vat, lost in some forgotten Armenian cave. I want to hear from that place.
…and yes, that does mean my spiritual journey includes wine. I’ll admit, I think wine may have started this journey — more on that later.
Come learn TAROT with me (and so much more)….
“Those who have a ‘why’ to live,can bear with almost any ‘how’.”
Peace out #WhyScout