Looking Inward…Searching Outward 

Last night at a beautiful gathering of friends a soulful woman shared a story that stayed with me throughout the night. She spoke about a man she knew who owned a pig farm up in these mountains. The man was in constant pain. His feet ached so much that it was preventing him from keeping up the farm. He was depleted of energy. The feet ailment was paralyzing him. He couldn’t move forward with his farm or anything because of this issue. Then one day something magical happened. He noticed that he was wearing his boots on the wrong feet. At that moment I had one of those Millie shout outs that I think I am keeping to myself but the filtering has decided to be loud (real loud with a few cursed words)! “Wow…what a metaphor for how we often live our lives…walking in the wrong shoes.”
Often times what we think is drastic or catastrophic is as simple as sitting down, breathing and looking down at ourselves. What are we doing wrong? What path are we not following? What am I doing to my poor feet? Step out of the shoes and try new ones. Make a new path. Switch the darn boots if you must. There are times we live our lives walking on eggshells as not to hurt another. Sometimes in the process of not hurting another we hurt ourselves even deeper. We don’t take responsibility for our own foundation.  
Life is based on the walks we take…the decisions we make…the choices we put forward. Don’t waste another day being depleted with pain. Remove yourself. Move forward. Take the pebbles off the boots, the dirty tight socks, and change the way you look at each step you make. You also have no business walking in another’s shoes. Be grateful for your journey. Be present with all that you have traveled. Have a blessed day. ~ Millie

Find Love Again

We come from love. We are made to love and be loved. We are created to expand in love not only with ourselves but every soul who enters our journey. Somewhere along the way we’ve forgotten this and have been taught fear, judgment, bigotry, intolerance, and hate. 

I don’t know when it happened. I am not a historian. I just know that we have forgotten our humanitarian purpose here on this beautiful planet. 

At this point it doesn’t matter who threw the first stone that cast this horrible sense of amnesia in our humanness. But, I do know that our souls remember the source of our existence. I feel it in all that I am. 
Love. It’s all about love.  
Yes, I might be a bit over indulged in the romance of love, kindness and compassion. I am sure there are folks rolling their eyes again while reading this. Yes, I might be over-the-top corny at times. And, yes, I might even seem oblivious to whatever truth the world has decided to believe. It is okay. I understand. I get it and I still will choose love over hate. I will still continue to remind you even if you don’t want to remember it! I’m tenacious that way. 
I know that love is the answer. Love is the forgotten genetic cord that has been removed from our consciousness. It’s up to us to find it through the openness of our hearts, the gentleness of faith, and the passion to save our connections in this world. 
I woke today with gratitude for those who share me in their lives. I am thankful for those who are part of my journey. That’s the easy part. The ones that call for me to dance are the souls I haven’t met yet, the ones searching for something that is missing and have been taught the false lessons through control, religion and oppression. In these erratic political times the one element that seems to be diminishing is LOVE. But I feel that We are being reactivated and reprogrammed to return to Source. So you may be tired of my messages but I love you. You don’t have to read my words but if you do May you feel my delicious vibe of love. 
I love you. I love you. I love you. In the words of Rumi, “Close your eyes. Fall in Love. Stay there.” Feel the truth of your existence. Have a blessed day!!!!

Rise Above 


I’ve made some difficult decisions lately as I had to be true to what my soul was expressing. I have spent a lifetime avoiding my desires while feeling guilt and shame for another. 
Do I do this? Do I do that? What if I do this, will it affect this person? Oh…it’s just easier to do that which feels right. It’s time to be authentic to what I will or will not do. And it’s magical. It’s important to remember the stories of past events and return to the present with full awareness of the lessons. 
Virginia Woolf said, “You cannot find peace by avoiding life.” Life needs to be acknowledged in its complete presence. It needs the wisdom of time, gratitude for each breath, and love for each connection. If you allow it, life will break you and then stitch those parts into a more remarkable being. When you let life guide without the fears of the unknown, through faith and trust, it will give you everything you have wanted and more…while being fully present with joy. 
This is the adventure. 
We are who we are because of the stories from the past. It’s in recognizing what we care to do with joy and what we won’t tolerate any longer that the magic begins to create through fairy dust particles of miracles. Things open up to align with your gifts and wishes. 
Every road into memories and events allows us to figure out where we came from and how we got here. It becomes an unconscious clearing in mind, body and spirit.
Allow yourself to feel alive in those solitary moments when the reminder of living is magnified. Give your soul permission to visit and revisit the parts of you that need mending. Then may you return to the present with a full understanding of how awesome you are! Be embraced by Divinity!
Rise, darling! Rise to your soul’s yearning. Become all that you are meant to be but have forgotten for some time. ~ Millie

Knight of Nights

knight

I wake to arms

wrapping me,

gathering thoughts

of where I am,

who I am,

and what day this is.

I hold back,

tightly,

as if the wind would

swift me

away

and I no longer had

the grounding of you

shielding me from the world.

The heat from the bed

penetrates

silently

draping us both,

whispering

little secrets from our travels.

This is the way

every morning should be welcomed:

in the arms of a knight

illuminating light

into my spirit.