Standing at a metaphorical fork in the road is sometimes such an overwhelming feeling. Particularly when neither direction has a known outcome or mapped out path. Instead, standing with a sense of excitement and anxiety of what foot to step forward first in a direction inevitably unraveling an unchartered road ahead.

In this moment of silent contemplation, I begin to notice my body, how it feels and what direction I am being drawn most. Swaying back and forth, each time showing a little more pull to one side, a comforting heaviness settles in with one leg, giving a subtle indication of the direction to choose.

As this pondering continues, I begin to notice myself, as if I were watching from above. As I begin to step forward in a particular direction, a beam of light floods the path in which I have chosen, the other path no longer visible. A graceful essence glowing from my body, with such beauty and strength it is breathtaking. This image is difficult to imagine as me, yet when I return I feel her same intensity, reminding me of the goddess I am.