Alba Meda

This is my anchor... when I want to fly away she makes me stay, she makes me prioritize, she makes me work harder and discipline myself... in the name of love! 💕 @ Brickell

When I see this picture I remember the cold breeze in my face and the pure bliss that I felt when I finally reached such high.
My feet were bleeding and I ended up hiking bare foot, I was so exhausted and full of excuses to stop where I was or go back... but then something shifted inside and I knew it was a rite of passage.
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When I realized that I suddenly became full of strength and power, I didn’t complain anymore, but I couldn’t stop crying while I kept walking to the top of Mt. Shasta. It wasn’t the physical pain, it was all the things and moments that took me there... something inside of me was dying to give space to something better.
We weren’t expecting to climb that day, but it was a call from the heart. When we finally reached our destination and we opened up to source I was able to see...
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I know my eyes were closed and I know that I didn’t want to open them, I flew through air and then in a place far I saw the central sun (neon-almost orange) and I tried to reached him, the next thing I knew is that I was covered in golden geometry and an overwhelming feeling of love washed my whole body. I was in heaven and even though nothing had a shape I felt in such sacred company.
The colors, the energy and the unconditional love from above connected to that infinite part of myself and I felt home, complete, healed, renewed, protected, safe, loved and so so grateful. ✨🙏🌅 @ Mount Shasta