You Are Worthy of Love

This is huge! Do you know why? Because it is so true for many of us. I was with someone for 18 years who would say I was the most difficult person to love. In my ignorance, I actually believed him.

Imagine that! I believed I should not love so deeply. I believed I was too much. I believed… that’s all. I believed because I didn’t love me.

You are so worthy of love. You come from love and evolve to loving the world. Do not take on someone’s narcissism or insecurities and make them your truth. Hell no!

You are magical. You are loving. You are alive with the very essence of divinity. Now go love harder. Love louder. Love fully and don’t allow anyone ever again to make you feel that loving others is a bad thing.

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Shifting to Gratitude

Several years ago I wore a rubber band around my wrist. Every time I had a complaint I would snap it (or negative self talk). Needless to say that on that first day my wrist was swollen and I had to use the other one the next day. By the end of three days I became mindful of my thoughts. By the end of the week I turned complaints into opportunities to learn and evolve. It’s about time I redo this again. I have been stuck on that long ass line for too long.

We forget to feel gratitude for the teachers who trigger us. For the events that break us and force us to grow spiritually. For the incredible obstacles that mold us. We forget because we have been programmed since very young to see things from a victim mode. We are talk to sit (or stand) and moan and groan in order to be heard.

So today, as snow is about to hit us, I will be mindful of staying in a positive light. Snapping back to gratitude. I want the short line!

The Magic Healing Through Words

Since my sabbatical in November from social media something has been missing. Then came the holidays, a house full of people, and the return of another year. I still felt something was off. There is a sense of imbalance that keeps arriving when I wake to sit in meditation. A nameless sensation of emptiness that lingers. A knowing without destination. It’s bizarre and exhilarating simultaneously.

This morning I found it again waiting for me to respond to its calling. The stories have been piling up without true formulation. I just hold on to them with greed and selfishness…those of folks I’ve met that I want to savor on my own. But, they aren’t mine alone.

I gather words and stories from all walks of life. I tend to them while helping heal my own needs. And then I release them.

I want to hear your stories. I want your messages and snippets of your lives to be heard. I want to connect others to their purpose of what they desire. I crave to help pay forward love in whatever way I can….

How do we do this? How can we help one another?

We do it through groups and support. We do it sitting down and talking face to face. We do it by speaking and/or writing. We heal through connections. We begin to feel seen and heard. We feel acknowledged. We become engulfed by love and acceptance. That’s how we move through it all.

So thank you! For being here. Your words are always courageous. Your sharing is delightful. When you open yourself up you begin to heal me and you and others. Don’t ever stay silent about the things that move you, shake you, or teach you.

I love you.