Innate Being

Illusions of fear, yes, for what am I afraid of when I grip myself with it so tight? Is it the unknown? Fear of loss of love the broken altar on which I sacrifice my authenticity, only to remind myself my innate inheritance- in fact what makes up my very being -is love. If there is nowhere to run to in order to experience love, then the truth must be there is no one to run from to experience it either.

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Mindfulness & The Garden

Even in anger I can find expression if I choose mindfulness. If I choose to not be mindful then I truly miss out my bravado is then a show simply for myself as it is clear to everyone else what I have chosen. Which yes is fine too and I’m the one who misses out on the vibrant gardens waiting in my blindspots asking me to come play, breathe and bathe in my own aliveness. Treasure waiting for me will then have to wait until next time when the call brings me to its precipice again. I challenge myself each time in hopes I get to choose the garden. I like gardens, especially when gardens are being shared with me. What a beautiful invitation.

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From Suicidal to Self Care

Good morning. Today’s video: From Suicidal to Self Care.
I’m making a video every day until the end of the Kickstarter to give you insight into the book and my voice.
 
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Letting it end with me

Letting it end with me calls me to feel, through every fiber of my being all of it. The hiding pain, the blanket rage, the quaking fear, the disappointment, all of it. Letting the cycles end with me is a visceral call ripping through my body, tearing loose all of my resistance, searing the demand of my identity to be right. The tornado in me ravages the fortress, topples the mightiest buildings beam by beam. Letting it end with me is not a whisper on an ethereal mountain top, it’s is a toes in the dirt facing of Mother Nature herself.

I have slain dragons and touched on my own dragons bloodSurvived the troll bridges

Serpentine waters

Breathed fire across the burning lakes

Led wars in victory and defeat

Torn my armor to pieces with quivering hands

Drank poison and its remedy

Seen words on tender

Catapulted through shock

Flown with and became feather

Learned the songs of many tribes

Which season my accent to this day

I have bathed and watched the caked mud

Splatter to my toes

I have traveled many lands

All to just come back to my teddy bear

Purpose

I am so clear I am not here, as in alive, to heal anyone. I could not be so arrogant as to suppose this. That is not my purpose. Everyone is whole and powerful as they are now and I choose to interact with people this way. I’m just here to play, share my experiences, connect, have conversations and love.

For me I found the root of my loneliness is when I forget the limitlessness of love. The pain of loneliness is my collision with my own walls of limiting my expression of love. The pain is the confinement of my love flow, towards myself and as a full expression, experience, being. Releasing self-created blocks and barriers, feeling the stream passing through, looping, replenishing. There is a gentle excitement, a relaxation into the knowing and a knowing the walls will show themselves again. Each time a practice of remembering.

"Natural Bath" Woman sitting in waterfall, Iguacu National Park,

Woman sitting in waterfall, Iguacu National Park, Brazil.

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