I had to come to know the texture of confinement.

I had to face the relentless voice that trashed every chance for freedom, love, and thriving.

I had to become intimate with the choice of running for shelter and start building a wall that later on became this very prison. otherwise how would I ever dream of setting my soul free?

But what was the threat? Why did I run for safety and why did I build a dark, damp, rotting prison, with a lingering stench of dead dreams, aspirations, and ambitions?

What happened to my infinite potential, my God, given talents, the song of my soul?

What fear-based narratives took the potential hostage?

This is my first blog and you are invited to come along as we discover how to step out of of this prison most of us are in without knowing it.

The prison is made out of outdated narratives. You and I are going to explore them together, let the futile ones go, and create more empowering ones. We will be marching towards light and freedom.

Let us begin.