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”
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!)”
You worry too much. Live out loud. Your thighs look great. Stop wondering about what will unfold. It’s all beautiful. Trust. You are a badass. Play! Don’t wait until you are an old wrinkled coot to play and be crazy. Try some pottery. Get some new lipstick for crying out loud! You are doing itContinue reading “Some advice from my future self (aka “old fart Sarah”)”
What keeps me listening to fear when I know it has no business being in my world? Habit mostly. The brain has been running this old crappy program that’s sorely in need of an update. It’s like I’ve still got Windows 97 running with Clippy telling me to be AFRAID, be VERY AFRAID! (Side note: did you know his official name is Clippit?)
So many people are passing through hard times. Pretty much everyone in my life actually. And lots of people who I don’t know, too. I want to hug each and everyone of you (whether I know you or not – I am originally from the Midwest after all. We hug everyone!)
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.
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…)
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!
I feel like a butterfly that is figuring out how the heck to get untangled from its cocoon. It’s a little awkward.