Reaching in, Reaching out

Reaching in, reaching out

I see an image of me reaching in.

Reaching inwards to the depths of my being, reaching to find myself.

I feel myself stirring, awakening and stretching.

I hear the giant yawn that slowly turns into a growl, then grows louder

And louder

Until it roars with the joy of its awakening.

I hear that roar and I smile. 

I stand up straighter, taller and with more power coursing through my limbs.

My smile broadens as I know that I am now more whole, stronger, more complete.

I no longer feel like I’m reaching in, but instead, that I’m reaching out

That my long lost self is reaching out to me, thanking me for my patience while it slumbered, rested, and built up strength for the next phase of my life.

It is reaching out and upwards while simultaneously filling my entire being with its strength, power and wisdom.

With every breath I take, may I feel more united with this gorgeous, wild and untamed part of myself.

May I listen to its roar and its desires and hear its wishes.

May I know that I am the soft whispers I have been feeling for the last several years and this incredible new roar that has emerged.

Reaching in, reaching out.

Whispering and roaring.

Together once again, in and out.

Whole.