Stoke the raging inferno with what it desires most: your stagnation, your lies, your excuses, your denials. Your weakness in the face of all that is calling for you to stop hiding from your power and start wielding it like those weapons you’ve just laid to rest; it is in the laying of these ...
Of course, I know there are friends willing to back me up and encourage me to at least try this new thing I’m after. Still, I also remember other occasions. Times when opinions were uttered inadvertently and unsolicited good advice was shared without any hesitation. Occasions that many times ...
Offer your grandest struggles as fodder for your brightest future, and then release it to this New, Black Luna -- void of detachment, and full of expectant, grateful, weightless allowance.
Life is asking you to keep seeing the signs that have brought you here, to keep hearing your heart, your calling. Yes, synchronicities are harder to find, but they are still there, for sure. You see less of them -- only because fear and anxiety have gotten closer to your skin. Of course, it ...
Embracing all of us also returns us to our humanity. Our humility. Our hearts. And if the world needs a resurrection of heart-driven humanity, it’s now.
Remember, all of the treasure that you’re seeking is within you, just on the other side of your fear. This degree of self-awareness empowers you to shift your energy and start to embody the courage necessary to uncover the hidden gems within.
So why do I beat myself up? Why don’t I allow the release? As a healer, I know that you must release to receive, and you must open and heal in order to live a more fulfilling and powerful life. But I am also human, and most definitely living a human existence with human emotions. I’m no saint! ...
I truly love myself and am grateful for where I am, a process that has taken many years, and as you can see, is never-ending. So when these moments happen, I send myself compassion and love. I allow myself to feel the feeling, do my best to live in the moment, and allow it to pass because... it ...
And she wishes to mother her babies again, so delicious they were, and their scent, the way they smelled,
like innocence, with her cheek up against, their silky, smooth cheeks so to breathe them in, to feel a tiny, flailing fist
against her skin, and little eyes looking up, to feel them ...