you are seen,
Can you be happy and at the same time feel like you’re going through something awful, that’s ripping at your muscle of faith, and squeezing your hope into a dark hole?
Cuz there’s a part of me that has a reserve of faith, I never run out.
My imagination keeps pulling me away from what I see in reality and deep into what I feel is possible.
Call to yourself what you feel is possible, no matter how things look to everybody else.
Who would you be without your fear?
your world vibrates in resonance with you
let your prayer be that you find the love you seek
Shakti Gawain wrote Creative Visualization, a remarkable little book that gave birth to the whole law of attraction child!
I read it when I was about 28. My Saturn Returns was simply horrible. During that tunnel through darkness, I wrote poetry on the floor of my Los Angeles apartment trying to forgive myself for living a wandering adult life.
I deeply felt life was punishing me for being an artist,
accusing me for continually desiring new palates,
shaking a finger at my operation to shape and sculpt new experiences because
monotony bored my senses.
The tone of my journals keep indicating my unresolved obsession with that same question every 10 years. Now at 47, I face another internal and external rumbling for change.
I’ll have to create a pathway to a land of dreams using my tools: faith and art.
In retrospect of the 47 years of fear and curiosity, life is as life does, meanwhile
I have created a me I like and trust.
30 days to write yourself alive – an online writing course with Andrea Balt
listening to stories from my courageous girlfriends – not naming them, obviously, but insert your people here…
thanks for reading today,
We hear you, WomAn. We feel you, WomAn.
We see you.
We raise you up, Woman, together
as a tribe of loud, soft, hard, round, thin, thick, smooth, curious,
evolving Women. Together. We raise you up.
Take a breath with me, my lady, myself.
Let us go together and embody the Earth.
Mental Massage for december from michelle bernard.
rise up and be who you are.
Ending 15. Entering 16.
I am in love
The relationship I have with it now as an adult with a bank account,
and mutual funds
It was ritual – to daydream. Daily.
I called it planning.
As a grown-up
my imagination is still my best partner, my friend
when I stop making it my enemy.
I must pause
and dream the same way I did in my bedroom with flowers.
A daydream, a plan, a mental massage that I truly love.
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