I'm called to share this journey because so much has been given and it's time to pay it forward. What is happening to one woman is happening to us all in some way or another. It's practically an ethos in the United States (where I live) that to be a modern woman is to be frazzled, overworked, over-tired and spent. WHAT GIVES. You are entitled to so much more!
The creation of the art might be a spiritual act, but if you keep it to yourself you have only done half of the work. In sharing it with the outside world you make it sacred. That final step can feel scary and vulnerable but it's also so freaking POWERFUL. It becomes a full circle moment. Not just receiving but giving it back to source in a new way.
My highest self isn’t having it with this dreamy nonsense! Get to work she says!
You are life itself! It's time to bloom! (Also, that's a tiny orchid in the picture which may just be my new favorite flower. So tiny! So cute! Let's hope I don't kill it. I may be life itself but my inability to keep orchids alive might cast doubt on that assertion...)
The other night I read my daughter a book that mentioned how lobsters hide under rocks while molting a new shell. First of all: lobsters molt?! I I’m am showing my ignorance of the crustacean family here but I had no idea. Also, gross. Maine-ly I wanted an excuse to use this adorable Lobstah gif … Continue reading I’m coming out of my shell! (And it’s a little scary)
I would like to now interject and add, What kind of nutty conditioning have I undergone that makes the embracing of joy so difficult and dare I say REBELLIOUS? I have this precious life in a body, a body that can eat starbursts (yes the candy) and go roller skating and sing karaoke and dance to "Thriller" and climb trees and paint pictures! HOW AMAZING IS THAT!
If you are reading this post you at some point clicked "FOLLOW", maybe because you have known me since I was in diapers (though I no longer am, let me be clear), maybe because we went to school back in the days when I owned a Debbie Gibson-style hat (and wore it to school though sadly there are no photographs to document this), or maybe because you were sleep-scrolling on your phone and thought, sure, I'll read the random ramblings of this lady and follow her blog and never think about it again.
I've been hiding in my shell but it is finally time to come out! (HI)
I feel like a butterfly that is figuring out how the heck to get untangled from its cocoon. It’s a little awkward.
Not everyone is so lucky that have a mom in heaven who sends them prank YouTube videos.