Awakening to living consciously is brave and beautiful, but sometimes it leaves us painfully self-aware, like hatchlings, feeling raw, unsure.

Because, dear heart, we are functioning on a deeper level. That’s a precious treasure, though it doesn’t always feel that way. Instead, we hide away or exhaust ourselves by trying to fit into a world that jumps endlessly for easy definitions and labels. As they stride toward us with the box, we reach for our flamethrowers.