What to do when the answer’s unclear,
when unable to obtain the clarity you seek
knowing that the wrong decision could
wreak havoc, make life rather bleak.
Oh, the anxiety that spins me round and round.
It makes me weak; I cannot ground!
Feels like a terrible pounding in my head,
and I cannot catch my breath. It’s caught
somewhere between my ribs in spasms
of fear and uncertainty. I must go forward,
for surely 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 to fret, for the answer is near,
though it may not be what you want,
it is for best.
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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