The burdensome load's gotten way too heavy for your wounded heart.
You thought you could haul the stifling pain around on your own forever.
You've almost gotten comfortable with the weight of the burden.
All the toxic sludge that should have been dumped long ago.
It's time to release, to let go, to say farewell.
To guilt and shame and past regrets.
All the coulda / woulda / shoulda's.
All the resentments and secret sins and ugly lies that have stacked up like rotting firewood.
The Lover of your soul is beckoning quietly, gently, but oh so persistently.
Let it go.
Lay it down.
Release it all.
Soar high and free.
This is your healing season.
* flying free for 300 seconds