Finding my own Yellow Brick Road.

“May the cracks in your road be gilded with gold, and may the light that slips through them remind you that you are already whole.”

My healing journey through the month of June turned out to be the most sacred, messy, and magical path I’ve found myself on in a long time. I was adamant about gathering all the scattered selves from yesterday, and it became a mind-blowing experience.

I walked barefoot, danced at times, wept at times, floated at times — but always, always becoming.

I wasn…