The Witchery

And then one morning, on a not so particular day, she decided to abandon the illusions with which she had so deliberately surrounded herself.

Fear that had masqueraded as safety.

Laziness that was disguised as peace.

No longer held by the anchor of these falsehoods, she gently slipped free of the moorings that had held her fast.

Adrift, she allowed herself to relax into the immensity and the simplicity of the Experience.

There is a stillness in authenticity. A deeper understanding. A knowing. A Truth.

In this quietness, she was finally home.