New Moon in Cancer 6.27.22

I thought I needed to return to self,

As if the stars that construct these bones could be contained in a linear timeline.

I thought I needed to return to self,

As if my expansion did not ripple out through ancestral lineages.

Everything is evolution.

But for some reason I’ve been trying to get back to a former version of myself.

I’m sure if I met her, I’d feel constricted in her skin.

But the romance of her strength has had me transfixed on what I once was.

I am evolving.

I am healing.

I am growing.

And although I may still be in this stickiness of transformation…

I now understand that by returning to self,

I am not returning to an old version of me,

but rather this more unbounded version of who I am slowly, in each moment,

Becoming.