There is also the practice of free writing where you just allow your writing to be a mind dump or a way of connecting with your definition of the Divine.
My creative spirit has been inside of me, trying to claw its way out, and I have continued to shove her down the steps, lock the door and toss away the key.
I know a worthiness now that fills my world with hope, love, laughter and a light that I did not know existed. Still, after all that work, there is a whisper inside of me: What if you become too powerful to connect?
I have faced death since the hour I was born. I seek the inner power of the rulers I was named for, to make bold eye contact instead of looking at the ground.
And as I stand here, daydreaming and staring at my future, there’s something in the distance that catches my eye. There is more to see than just these outlines. Every image that I spot on this skyline is made up of tiny separate parts. And when I focus and look more carefully, I recognize these ...
Awakening to love, and reconnecting with your heart, is living with presence, bravery and vulnerability. It's a willingness to accept it all, moment to moment -- the good times, the painful times, the perfections, the fuck-ups, the triumphs and the spectacular failures.
What makes your heart feel full and warm, and what acts of kindness and service support you to feel alive and at ease in your solar plexus or core? And at the root of passionate service exists a stable human being. How are you taking care of yourself? Can you integrate nourishing self-care ...