In her hands she held a sheaf of handwritten letters to the Universe, letters into which she'd poured all her hurt, shame, fear, guilt, anger, and apologies.
She asked for help releasing those energies, and she lit the paper on fire, dropping it into a fire-safe container.
She watched the flames dance and tossed in a handful of lavender and sage. She drank in the soothing scents of the two herbs as they purified her circle.
She took three slow, deep, cleansing breaths.
In her mind she went to her healing space, a space she created with the powers of hope and imagination.
There she smiled, allowing the healing energy to flow into her body from every possible source.
She filled herself with the bliss of a future free of all she had just released, and she gave thanks.
"The wound is the place where the Light enters you. "