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June 2011 I touch the deepest source of my power when I embrace the source of my deepest suffering. By touching the depth of my sadness and truth, I awaken my ability to create and breathe life into things, I awaken my ability to continue the opening, even when I want to close. I awaken a willingness to be vulnerable, to be real, and let others in, I awaken a willingness to stand for my needs, for what I love, and trust, and know in my heart. This is what pleases me: knowing my needs, touching these needs, fulfilling these needs. Loving others, seeing and laughing and feeding others, smiling and crying and spilling this heart out into the ethers. Saying what needs to be said, pouring it onto the page. Children, magic, holidays, the sun on my skin, riding my bike in the rain, flowers bursting with scent, hot tea, my husbands tender touch, a room full of crystals and incense and smokey, sage plumes, internal music making its way out, passionate and playful people. When I call on the universe to help me create, what I see and what I create changes and my hearts wisdom illuminates the old stories that have kept my creativity in the dark and hidden. I am no longer interested in changing my physical appearance to satisfy the status quo, I am learning to love myself. I am  getting in touch with my breath, my belly, my heart, my feelings. I am allowing others to see inside. I am standing tall, I am breathing deeply, I am feeling deeply, and my entire being relaxes. I feel my way into things, and from this place I know what my heart wants from life, and I find myself doing what needs to be done, in order to actualize it. When I hold all of the broken pieces of me and express what’s in my heart, my honesty leads me home. I have discovered recently, that I am quite a unique creature, and that my life is for the purpose of enjoyment, growth and exploration.  I AM A POWERFUL WOMAN. ~L Picture source: unknown

June 2011


I touch the deepest source of my power when I embrace the source of my deepest suffering. By touching the depth of my sadness and truth, I awaken my ability to create and breathe life into things, I awaken my ability to continue the opening, even when I want to close. I awaken a willingness to be vulnerable, to be real, and let others in, I awaken a willingness to stand for my needs, for what I love, and trust, and know in my heart.

This is what pleases me:

knowing my needs, touching these needs, fulfilling these needs. Loving others, seeing and laughing and feeding others, smiling and crying and spilling this heart out into the ethers. Saying what needs to be said, pouring it onto the page. Children, magic, holidays, the sun on my skin, riding my bike in the rain, flowers bursting with scent, hot tea, my husbands tender touch, a room full of crystals and incense and smokey, sage plumes, internal music making its way out, passionate and playful people.

When I call on the universe to help me create, what I see and what I create changes and my hearts wisdom illuminates the old stories that have kept my creativity in the dark and hidden.

I am no longer interested in changing my physical appearance to satisfy the status quo, I am learning to love myself. I am  getting in touch with my breath, my belly, my heart, my feelings. I am allowing others to see inside. I am standing tall, I am breathing deeply, I am feeling deeply, and my entire being relaxes. I feel my way into things, and from this place I know what my heart wants from life, and I find myself doing what needs to be done, in order to actualize it.

When I hold all of the broken pieces of me and express what’s in my heart, my honesty leads me home. I have discovered recently, that I am quite a unique creature, and that my life is for the purpose of enjoyment, growth and exploration. 

I AM A POWERFUL WOMAN.

~L

Picture source: unknown


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