Tree Medicine

On stepping back into myself, and reclaiming the quiet place.

I believe there are two different kinds of shyness. There’s the one that’s like a little kid, hiding behind their parent’s legs at the grocery store. Don’t look at me, don’t look at me. And there’s another where you become so merged with the mask, the performance, that you aren’t even aware you’re hiding.

I first got a clue about my relationship to the second by asking what am I scared they will see?