What if freedom isn’t freedom from something (pain, suffering, third dimensional stuff) and instead is the embodiment of your true self, the love that you are? What would that look and feel like? I’ve been thinking, where am I stopping myself from being free? Where do I cutoff flow, where do I give away myContinue reading “More thoughts on freedom”
I’ve been feeling the call for freedom! What does freedom look and feel like inside myself? For me, freedom is no more falsehood. That only the true, authentic me remains–no masks! It’s freedom of pain and suffering. No matter what appears before me. It’s finding flow and letting the light be…no interruption, no stagnation, noContinue reading “Feeling the call for freedom”
What are the masks you are tired of wearing? Let’s toss them into a great bonfire and light up the skies with our freedom!
When I read the above quote it kind of blew my mind in that things started to click for me in a new way around flow, abundance, and giving and receiving. I viewed flow state as sort of its own thing. Separate from a giving-receiving thing. I saw it as a one-way street. I thinkContinue reading “Receiving and giving, it’s really the same. (Plus, a giveaway to kick-off the giving-receiving season!)”
I’m done with pushing. I don’t like it, I don’t want it, you can have it back thank you very much. I’m talking about the energetic pushing. (Not the physical pushing – though definitely not into that at all!) The powering through, or powering over, a situation. Not my jam anymore. The results of thisContinue reading “The magic of finding flow and dropping struggle in parenthood”
What finally clicked was realizing I wasn’t having enough fun in my life. My spiritual work had become purely WORK (I mean, it’s challenging and all but it shouldn’t be drudgery!). I needed play and spontaneity! I needed that inner child to do her little dance again.
Can we talk about how hard April has been? Really hard. You would think I’d be prepared, knowing it’s the cruellest month and all. But nope. There has been an endless onslaught of bad news for people I care about. Tragedy, loss, injustice. One after another. (I need to close my FB feed for real.)Continue reading “Where the rubber meets the road”
Holding space. Simply being. All ‘robots’ will be built in due time. You know, perhaps in longer than one month…
My grandfather Karl woke up every day at 5:30 am. Voluntarily. I am not normally a Karl. Not by a long shot. I’m more of a watch-Gilmore Girls-Reruns-until-1am kind of gal. That is, until recently. My toddler wakes up early. Like 6am early. I used to dread these mornings. I would barter with my husband inContinue reading “How I learned to embrace 6AM and write in stolen time”