What to do when the answer’s unclear,
when clarity is obscured,
knowing that the wrong decision could
unravel everything.
Oh, the anxiety that spins me
round and round!
It leaves me unraveled.
A terrible pounding fills my head,
and breath catches
somewhere between my ribs
in spasms of fear and doubt
Still I must go forward,
for perhaps there is no right or wrong,
only what is,
what might be.
May the clouds lift
and the sun promise
a day without panic.
Be patient, my dear,
do not fret,
for the answer is near.
Though it may not be
the one you want,
it is the one you need.
Musings of a Taiwanese American Adoptee 
So wise! We all have that inner voice. It’s the voice of what my Sami mentor called one’s Crowd — the collective of guides, our interested ancestors, animal guides, spirits of place, gods, angels, departed loved ones, mentors, etc. To him, they were always around us, taking interest in our lives, and available to help.
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I love this! I met with a shaman recently who said I have a long ancestral lineage of medicine women and healers. It was an interesting journey and left me wishing to know more. I call upon all my guides daily often throughout the day on some days. Thanks, Camilla!
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Excellent poem! 👏👏👏
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Thank you, Ashley!
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