Author: Moments with Millie
My Heart Unfolds
In the depths of my being, I find solace,
A sacred space where vulnerability takes hold.
I stand at the crossroads, poised to release,
In this dance of surrender, my heart unfolds.
Like a fragile petal, I loosen my grip,
Releasing the burdens that no longer serve.
I surrender the need for control and let go,
Embracing the unknown with a faith unserved.
In the silence of surrender, I find my strength,
For it takes courage to release what I hold dear.
But in the emptiness, a sacred void emerges,
Where love and grace whisper, erasing all fear.
I let go of the past, with its lingering pain,
A burden too heavy to carry any longer.
I invite forgiveness to flow through my veins,
Healing the wounds, making me stronger.
With each breath, I surrender to the divine flow,
Trusting that the universe guides my way.
I release attachments, expectations, and doubts,
Creating space for miracles to come and play.
In this sacred act of letting go, I find freedom,
A liberation that transcends the limitations of my mind.
I am a vessel for divine love and light,
A soul unburdened, ready to soar and unwind.
So, I surrender to the whispers of my soul,
In vulnerability’s embrace, I find my peace.
I let go and allow my spirit to expand,
Embracing the divine flow that will never cease.
Letting go becomes a sacred ritual,
A dance of surrender, an act of trust.
In vulnerability, I find my true essence,
A soul unfettered, shining with divine lust.
In this moment, I surrender and let go,
In vulnerability’s embrace, my spirit takes flight.
I release, I surrender, I let the universe guide,
Embracing the liberation, with love as my guiding light.
The Storm Within
There is a storm brewing inside, a tempest eager to be free,
Yearning to release its power, over the landscape, it shall decree.
But fear not, dear soul, for storms bring forth change,
Cleansing the old, making space for what’s strange.
Within this tumultuous dance, a transformation awaits,
A chance to shed the old skin, and embrace what fate creates.
The thunder crashes, the lightning strikes,
Illuminating the path ahead, revealing hidden delights.
Embrace the winds that howl, with courage as your guide,
For in the midst of chaos, your spirit shall abide.
Let the raindrops wash away the remnants of the past,
As you rise from the ashes, stronger and steadfast.
In vulnerability’s embrace, find the strength to stand tall,
For it is through the cracks that the light starts to enthrall.
This storm within, it holds a sacred gift,
A chance for growth, to let your spirit lift.
Release the fears that hold you back, and soar with grace,
Embrace the storm’s power, for within lies your sacred space.
As the storm subsides, a calmness shall descend,
A rebirth within your soul, a journey without end.
You are the landscape, ever-changing and free,
A masterpiece of resilience, boundless possibility.
So let the storm brew and dance upon your soul’s stage,
For it is in embracing vulnerability that we truly engage.
May you emerge from this storm, radiant and bright,
A testament to your spirit’s unwavering light.
Embrace the storms within, let them be your guiding art,
For within lies the beauty of your vulnerable heart.
It’s been a long while since words were able to paint a poetic picture on a page. Hope you enjoy them.
Embracing Self-Forgiveness: A Journey of Healing and Growth
In the gentle embrace of vulnerability, I come to you today to share a powerful lesson I’ve learned on my spiritual path: the transformative power of self-forgiveness. 🌱✨
We all carry within us the weight of mistakes, regrets, and choices that have caused pain, both to ourselves and others. But dear ones, I invite you to release the burden and open your hearts to the healing energy of self-forgiveness. 💖🙏
In this sacred journey, we must first acknowledge our humanity and honor the lessons learned from our past. Remember, we are divine beings experiencing a human existence, prone to errors and missteps. It is through these experiences that our souls grow and evolve. 🌟
To forgive ourselves, we must be willing to peel back the layers of self-judgment and shame. We must surrender to the understanding that we did the best we could with the knowledge and awareness we had at that time. We are not defined by our mistakes, but rather by our capacity to learn, grow, and choose differently moving forward. 🌻
Embrace vulnerability, dear ones, for it is through vulnerability that we find the courage to face our own shadows and make peace with them. With a tender heart, let the healing energy of self-forgiveness flow through you, washing away the past and nurturing the seeds of self-love and acceptance within. 🌈💕
As you forgive yourself, remember that this is not a one-time event but an ongoing practice. Be patient and compassionate with yourself as you navigate this journey. Surround yourself with loving support and engage in soul-nurturing activities that replenish your spirit. 🌺✨
Embracing self-forgiveness is an act of liberation. It frees us from the chains of guilt and self-condemnation, allowing us to step into our true power and radiate love and compassion into the world. May you find the strength to forgive, dear ones, and may your journey of healing and growth be filled with grace and profound self-love. 💫🌟
I love you!
Love Will Teach Us
In the grand tapestry of existence, we find ourselves on a wondrous journey of discovery and growth. It is said that we are all students of life, learning valuable lessons along the way.
But in truth, I did not come here to teach you; I came here to allow love to lead and teach me… through you.
You see, within the vastness of our souls, there resides a divine spark—a spark that emanates pure love, wisdom, and compassion. It is through this sacred essence that we truly learn and evolve. Love, my dear ones, is the ultimate teacher.
Love speaks to us in the gentle whispers of a breeze, in the tender touch of a loved one, and in the quiet moments of solitude. It is a universal language that transcends boundaries, transcends time, and connects us all as one.
When we open our hearts to love, we unlock the doors to profound understanding and enlightenment. Love illuminates the darkest corners of our being, revealing the inherent beauty that resides within us all. It teaches us acceptance, forgiveness, and the power of empathy.
It is the reason I am here. It is the reason you are here as well.
Let us be receptive to the teachings of love, for it is through love that we heal and transform. It guides us to embrace unity, to cherish every soul we encounter, and to recognize the divinity in ourselves and others.
So, my darlings, let’s walk this path together, hand in hand, with open hearts and open minds. Let love be our guiding light as we navigate the intricate dance of life. As we learn from each other, let us remember that it is love that will teach us—the profound, boundless, and eternal love that resides within our very essence.
Embrace the teachings of love, and watch as your world transforms into a sanctuary of peace, harmony, and infinite possibilities.
I love you… yesterday, today, tomorrow and forever.
Allowing for Grief
There is this thing that happens when grief visits. It may be subtle, or it may arrive through a rage of memories. Even if you find yourself controlling your emotions, you cannot avoid it. Sure, you can drink it away, gamble it, sex it, feed it, but ultimately it will sit in your heart until you address it.
A few days ago, after an excruciating emotional week dealing with my nine-year old daughter who has been emotionally struggling, I went to the supermarket. I was rolling the cart, listening to music through my earbuds. I turned right in front of the frozen section and there was an entire placement of Little Debbie products.
I froze. I don’t know why. I don’t buy them. I don’t eat them any longer. But I stood there in some kind of suspended animation. I stared at the boxes and then a part of me left.
I was younger, mothering six children basically alone. We were sitting by our pool eating the snacks. The kids all finished and jumped back into the water. I felt my body leaning forward as if I was there about to get in as well. Then I returned to the grocery aisle, tears leaking and racing, just as if I wet my face with the pool water.
I was glad there wasn’t anyone around. I mourned for my six adult children. I ached for my two little ones who were at their father’s. I felt paralyzed. I couldn’t move so I clenched the handle of the cart and began to use it as a walker.
I thought that I was dealing with the stressors of the week okayish. I wasn’t! I felt alone, isolated, and truly in a place of despair. I am great in crisis. It’s the aftermath that consumes me for a few days.
I paid and got to the car. I sat in it without turning it on for a good while allowing the heat to wake me from the sorrow. I let it out: the frustration, the shame, the worthlessness, and every single other emotion that was ready to join the pity party.
It wasn’t a pity party. I had to stop myself from labeling it. I had to pull the visor and look at myself in the mirror, cleaning the mascara with my hands.
“You are not okay, Millie.” I whispered to her. “It is okay not to be okay. What’s not okay is pretending. Go home and rest. This will pass. It always passes.”
I gathered myself, turning on the car and driving down the country road home. After I put the groceries away, I sat on my sofa watching the candles burning nearby. I began to meditate for a good hour, returning to the present moment.
That grief… that ache that catches us off guard… is the Divine calling to return to our soul’s essence. We make up stories, excuses, and retell old things with different views to suit the present moment. Nostalgia is dangerous that way. The further the distance from an event, the most likely the reality changes.
I have been a mother since I was twenty years old. I would like to say that it gets easier. I don’t know. Sometimes, yes. Other times it feels as if I am consumed by guilt for not doing enough, or shame for detaching so that the children learn on their own valuable lessons. On the other side of those emotions is forgiveness. I forgive myself for not knowing better, doing more, and/or not being enough when they needed me.
All eight of my kiddos are like Little Debbie’s. They are soft, scrumptious, and bring comfort to my heart. On this Mother’s Day may you have found yourself in the center of being honored for all that you do, who you are, and what you bring into their lives. You bring love. You bring hope. You bring life.
I love you.
Navigating these Times
Oh the moon last night!!!
I woke several times during the night. I had a desire to go outside and dance under that gorgeous light. Then I remembered we have a big bear around here that loves to get in gardens and garbage. I didn’t want to be Puerto Rican meat so I opted to do the movements indoors by candle light, my blinds open to witness that giant eye in the sky.
I asked. I prayed. I released. I centered. Not much sleep afterwards. I had too much energy moving through me.
Today be gentle with you. These retrogrades, and all other astrological changes, are playing havoc on our bodies and our mental health.
Things are coming up and out because they must. We are no longer able to hide in the shadows with the shadows.
Sometimes I feel that we are becoming less human and more vibrational beings. We are returning to Source. Those who can’t decipher the difference are experiencing major setbacks.
They aren’t setting you back. They are pushing you to break through a lifetime of programming and playing it small. We don’t know what we don’t know until we do. Allow space between the not knowing and whatever is unfolding. We are moving through some of the most intense times in our history. This pushing and pulling can be catalyst for so much change in our world. But, for now concentrate on your own pathway.
Recognize your divine invaluable worth. And if you don’t have a fellow bear to worry about get outside tonight and dance under that moon.
I love you.
Forgive and Let Go
When someone tells you how you’ve hurt them you don’t get to tell them how to feel. They are coming from their own experience and awareness.
This is also the case when someone is sharing how they’ve hurt you.
Love them anyway you can. You won’t change how they are hurting. It takes time to undo those aches, even if it was a misunderstanding. And maybe they will never see “your side” of that story. It’s not up to you to shift their narrative.
I lost my voice during my birthday week. I’ve returned from South Florida visiting with my adult children completely exhausted and depleted. The voice began to leave when someone I adore apologized to me for things I haven’t known from years ago. In my silence I have leaned into healing, for her and for me. I realized she had been holding on to things that have caused her tremendous anxiety, guilt and shame. When I explained that I forgive her she couldn’t hear it.
We shared space with my minimal amount of voice. I pray she’s released it all. I will do all I can for her to let this go even if it’s reminding her of how important she’s in my life and in this world.
Healing has millions of versions as it moves through the journey of Forgiveness. When we are hurt it takes time to mend. And maybe it never does. Perhaps that person doesn’t belong in your life anymore. Or maybe that soul was a massive teacher for you.
I’ve hurt people. People have hurt me. We’ve hurt each other. In this life it’s a certainty that it will happen again and again. Sometimes through lack of awareness. Other times, in consciousness choice.
Be gentle with yourself. Forgive and let go. If you can’t do it now, that’s okay too. There are endless lessons in grief. Loss of any kind is inexplicable.
Time doesn’t always heal those aches. Carry what you must and let go of what you can.
I love you.
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