I’m on many journeys.
I have it systematically structured out to remind myself to tune in. Assess where I’m at with each one.
Bring it to the forefront of my consciousness for the day.
With no agenda of pushing it along, or asking what I need. The simple act of choosing to be conscious of it is enough.
Today: My commitment to health.
I wanted to bring this long-standing priority into my head that was already bustling full of ambitious plans for the ‘NEW YEAR, NEW DAY!’
It was just 2 years ago that I started the new year with…
I want to save any girl in those cars. As passengers alongside their male drivers. Men they thought they could trust.
I want to save them from their grandfathers, their uncles, their neighbors, their fathers. Their tutors, their family friends’, their bosses, their teachers.
From their new friend. Their coaches, their co-workers, their crushes, their 1st dates, their 2nd dates, their 3rd dates, their boyfriends, their husbands, their kidnappers, their sweet offer of a ride, their any power position above them.
Just like I did in that bed when I became a part of the ceiling far from my actual…
“Do more than Exist”
My past self wrote a letter to my future one. This past self hoped nothing for the best sex life. Beyond the best, the unimaginable, to then transform into my realized truth. And as the words found themselves upon the page and out into the Universe to manifest in time, I promised to allow these prophecies to find me when I was ready. No matter if it looked different than my expectations. As long as it felt aligned. The first scratches of paper were the ‘warming up’ ideas. Compost focusing more on what this ‘ideal me’…
I’ve come to recognize during any suffering I may be experiencing, what an actual privilege it is to suffer. An actual sweet and incredible blessing. Once recognized I am presently suffering in some shape or form (which sometimes comes easier than other times), I also realize it is a remarkable gift in the unique way that I am doing so. One that is only mine within such individual circumstances. And one that every ounce, centimeter, breath, and moment experienced has been leading to this very point of felt suffering.
And yet at the same time it is not one of…
When I fully step my paralleling wild and free spirit into them… I couldn’t be more proud.
As I closed the makeshift gate from the homemade horse corral, I looked down at my humble outfit covered in hay and heavy rain boots caked in mud. I smiled with a prideful recognition. In this moment, I resemble my mom. They are her boots. The horses, hens, and dogs I just fed are hers. The homemade corral and makeshift gates surrounding me were all built by her strong hands. And this mini farm I stand upon was cultivated to her liking by…
Monumental Moments in Minute form.