I slough off and behold the old layer(s), stories, and identities as mementos of dimensions I no longer inhabit. In the process of shedding, for what am I making space? What dimensions of me will be unveiled? I don't know yet, and that's ok. I can feel myself at a threshold, again. I feelmore space freeing up within me. For now, I am asked to keep low to the ground, to listen, to receive.