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On Being Human

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Amidst the depths of being human, a universe unfolds,

Vast and mysterious, a tapestry of stories untold.

Emotions collide, like galaxies in cosmic dance,

Weaving the fabric of our lives, by chance.

Within the heart’s labyrinth, love and longing reside,

Aching echoes of connection, impossible to hide.

Joy and sorrow intertwine, like sunsets and storms,

Beneath the surface, a symphony of norms.

The mind, a kaleidoscope of thoughts and dreams,

Searching for meaning in life’s flowing streams.

Questions arise, seeking truth’s elusive shore,

Navigating the tides, forever seeking more.

In this vulnerability, strength is found anew,

A fragile resilience, woven through and through.

In pain and triumph, we learn to grow,

Like seeds, we rise, a testament to the ebb and flow.

The depth of being human is a boundless sea,

Where laughter and tears coexist harmoniously.

For in our imperfections, we find beauty’s embrace,

An ever-evolving journey, a dance of grace.

So let us dive deeper, explore our soul’s expanse,

Embrace the contradictions, take life’s daring chance.

For in the depths of being human, we discover,

The richness of existence, a love to uncover.

~Millie America

I love you!

The Storm Within

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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.

~Millie America

It’s been a long while since words were able to paint a poetic picture on a page. Hope you enjoy them.

Forgive and Let Go

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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.

Climb Those Mountains

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I’ve had several weeks of smallness. I’ve needed to make my life tiny in order to make big decisions and concentrate on some changes. It’s always a gift to create distance and move inward to what Spirit is conveying.

So…I meditate. I get out in nature. I travel far beyond the dimensions. I make sure to have no chaos or distractions from those around me. Because, ultimately, I need to care for me in order to care for others.

I’m super selfish with my “me time.” I will not comprise for anything unless it’s an emergency. I am blessed to have friends and family who allow me this time with so much respect. No one gets rattled or offended when I don’t reach out during my hiatus.

I’m no good if I can’t distance myself from the naysayers. I get to a point that I just can’t do anything but be…alone. I truly go on shutdown. Lately, this has been a theme on social media and once I turn it off, the magic happens in a way that blows my heart wide open.

We move and make decisions based on experiences and our personal level of awareness. I cannot ask others to help me when they have not experienced the challenges. And believe me, everyone has an opinion the moment you make things public. Everyone starts to tell you how you need to live based on what they’ve experienced. People are moved through fear in most cases. And then it’s transposed on to our human spirit.

But your higher self leads the way. It is your internal GPS. It knows truth. It begins to guide you to continue trekking.

Every mountain you choose to climb begins with small steps. If you go too fast you start to feel the unhealthy pressure and lack of breath. You allow fear to take over in that momentum. The tinier the steps the more endurance you accumulate. It might take longer but to climb a high mountain you need to truly be mindful of your life substance… your breath. You have to continue the self pep talks. You must believe in yourself beyond anything else.

GO climb your mountains. Regardless how others react. Go after your goals in spite of the naysayers. Take chances. Pick a path along the journey even when there are a million deviations. Keep climbing. Keep breathing. Keep focusing on what you want. In my life time I have heard a million opinions “you can’t do that!” I have made it and looked back and realized that I believed in myself more than anyone has believed in me. I’ve done some impossible things that have no logical explanation. And I don’t require logic to create through mysticism.

I have faith!

Your life is a blessing made up of so many magical moments. Don’t allow anyone to instill their shit on you. Ever! You begin to create the life you desire the moment you put on those hiking boots and start walking towards your purpose. The higher your purpose the more people will try to pull you down. It’s all a game and you get to decide how you participate.

You can do anything you want. I promise. But start with your inner awareness and full heart belief. Love yourself enough to turn the impossible into possible.

I love you,
Millie

It Only Takes One Person

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Many years ago I attended a Tony Robbins seminar. It was gifted to me from a dear friend. I was in the worst financial crisis of my life, at the time. Our business had gone under. My ex and I had built a home and we were depleted. Creditors demanded their money. I was under the illusion that it was the end of everything. My fear of being homeless with six children was paralyzing me. It was absolutely one of the worst periods of my life. I was in a dark hole and I could not shake the grief/shame of the circumstances. To make matters even more interesting I had an accident months prior that erased my memories of many events from the past. I was struggling to make sense of every decision and every choice.

I questioned my purpose. I questioned my sanity. I was barely surviving.

I attended the weekend seminar (hesitantly). Tony has an ability to pump you up. He is all energy and I sure needed that. In the midst of all the exercises he mentioned that when he started his teachings and lectures he had decided that quantity didn’t matter. If one person showed up to his lectures then that was the one soul who needed it. I don’t remember much else except the feeling that I could do anything. That weekend catapult me into other amazing beliefs about myself.

That seminar was back in 2002. To this day I have kept that lesson close to my heart. If one person reads one of my posts or blogs then that’s the one who needs it. If one person is touched by my words then I have done my duty as a human to help another. You never know how you may be affecting another. You might just be the lifeboat that saves their ass that day.

We are in a society that believes that our worth is determined by how many “likes” we receive. We are obsessed with numbers and the need to be accepted. And this is not who we are. I grew up in a generation that didn’t have symbols on a screen to determine our worth.

When you compliment a person on the street, or at a store, or on the phone you might just be that one soul who has really seen him/her. You might just be the lifeline that allows them not to feel invisible. You might change their world with your acknowledgement. It’s that simple.

It only takes one person!

So…keep doing what you do. Keep showing up. Keep sharing with the world. Keep striving to be light for others. Even if it’s just one person that shines a little brighter because of you…you’ve done your job in human form. It only takes one person, darling!

I love you. I see you. I feel you. I understand. You are not alone.

Millie

Thank You for the Lessons

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Sometimes when we are hurt through betrayal, abandonment, gaslighting, or whatever else constitutes hurt, we are brought to a higher level of awareness.

We heal.

We breakthrough old programming.

We forgive others, and especially ourselves.

We feel into the painful lessons and grow.

We are refilled with love.

I love you,
Millie

Faith

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Faith is not found when everything is going smoothly. Faith is witnessed when the world collides with chaos and struggles. That’s when we search for her. Often times we are angry because we feel she’s abandoned our space.

Let me share what faith looks like to me. She’s in the nights when you are crying yourself asleep because a loved one is dying near you, or when your wife has decided to walk out of your relationship, or when your child has ended up in jail. She’s in the aches and brokenness of your fears and the disappointments of your expectations. She’s in the desperation and uncertainties of life.

Faith is sitting quietly waiting on you to grab her and shake every cell inside of you to trust and let go of the situation. She is there to take over if you just let go of the control. She’s the light that gives way into darkness.

When your world comes apart and you cannot find reasons to logically make sense of anything… that is when Faith is seen and felt. That’s when she whispers through your personal beliefs, “I’m here. I have something better. I will work on this. Trust!”

Your job is to allow her to step in. But, without controlling the outcome. Without micromanaging every step of the way.

I have met many religious folks who have zero faith. They go to church every week but when their world gets rattled by hard obstacles their faith is completely absent. They live in fear and lack belief.

And then I’ve met some folks who say they don’t believe in anything. When things happen they have found something stronger than themselves to carry them through it. They say they believe in themselves. That’s also Faith.

So what is faith? It’s not religious. It’s a deep spiritual knowing that you are here to learn and evolve. It’s the opportunity to shift awareness and morph into something powerful.


We have all experienced horrific acts in our lives. We have undergone atrocities. We have overcome major obstacles. Some of you are experiencing these things right now.

What keeps you going? What’s the thing or substance that allows you to get up and keep moving through it all? I bet you have some amazing stories to share. And I also bet that Faith has a lot to do with how you overcame those challenges.

I love you!
More than you can imagine, just cause you are here sharing space with me this way. I have faith in YOU!

Millie

Love is a Choice

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I’ve been traveling to see a dear friend. As always, being on a plane opens me up to the ethers. I am suspended in the heavens and feel such divine connection to Gaia because I can see her from a different perspective.

On the first leg of my trip a woman sat next to me. Her energy felt so fractured. She was out of it and clearly on something. As we were taking off from Asheville she got rattled and squeezed my leg instead of the chair.

She had never flown (and she’s close to my age). It was raining and windy. I removed her hand from my leg and held it in mine. I whispered, “You are safe. I’m here with you.”

Her eyes watered. I continued to hold her hand as if she was my child for several minutes until we were up and the turbulence subsided.

She stared out the window and we didn’t speak. I closed my eyes and felt her life. I saw images. I saw the addiction, the abuse, and so much more.

It’s tricky to be in a capsule at times for me. Usually I listen to music as I fly. It closes the gap of what is and what isn’t for me. I don’t need to be feeling everyone’s life up there.

As we were landing I asked where she was headed to and she said Boston. She was starting new. It was in the silence of those moments that I could hear her even louder.

I kissed her and held her tightly as we got off. I had very little time to connect to my next flight. I gave her my card and asked her to please reach out and let me know how she was doing to which she cried.

She shook. The trip, the endless possibilities and her fear were all wrapped up with the stress of the unknown.

Here is the thing: love is a choice. It is a choice that most people don’t see as privileged true nature of our soul’s evolution.

I wanted to tell her that “the one who broke you cannot heal you.” It wasn’t my place during such a major life transformation to share this.

Love is a choice
Forgiveness is a choice
Letting go is a choice

And through those choices you begin to heal. You begin to regain your worth, your strength and your life.

We’ve all been there. We’ve all been shattered, fractured and put back together. We rise alone… and we rise with one another.

We are never far from shifting our lives, our perspectives, and our hearts.

Life will provide the perfect encounters to help you see your own wounding and traumas. It will help reflect your own stuff.

I am grateful for these moments that put me in a place of loving expansion. She was the perfect person to show me where I’ve been and where I am going.

I love you.

Millie

Grief, That Old Friend

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Grief is inexplicable. It hits at its own timing. And, to be honest, it never goes away. We learn to navigate it. We learn to miss without the intense pain. We learn to live in a different manner.

When I was 23 years old I met a young man my age. We worked in the industrial power transmission field. The first day he came for an interview, right out of college, we shook hands and the electricity that passed through our hands was like nothing else I’ve ever experienced, or have felt since.

Before I could even figure out what was happening we had a tremendous love affair. I was in and out of a relationship with someone much older who was married. This young man and I connected in a way that was out of this world.

At 25 years old, after a long break up because of my other relationship, he asked me to marry him one night. I said yes. That was March 11, 1993. He was dating someone else, and I was still in that relationship. We both broke it off that weekend. On the way back from breaking up with his girlfriend he hit a wall on I95 on March 14th. They found him with a small English/Spanish book in his hands.

This loss shut me down. It took my light with it. It would take years to understand. But, something happened shortly after his death. He began to show up in dreams. I wasn’t as spiritually aware as I am now, but I would feel him all the time.

Whenever I am struggling I find a dime and a penny. $.11 was something we would find together. Those close to me marvel at the fact that this happens often. There will be a dime and then a few inches later, a penny. He has been around for almost 30 years and has guided me in ways I cannot explain.

But grief, that old friend that reminds us of love, can sometimes get the best of us. This morning I opened up my kitchen cabinet to get my coffee mug and in a cup I rarely use was a dime and a penny. I don’t even ask anymore how this happens. Maybe the kids did it long ago. I don’t know. I know I was supposed to find it at 4:44 this morning. That’s how guidance works.

We are always held by deceased loved ones. ALWAYS. I often forget to call out to ancestors. Rarely do I forget to call out for him. He has been my steady companion for decades. And, I know we will one day be reunited.

Your grief is not meant to be suppressed. It isn’t meant to be bulldozed. It’s a reminder that you loved. That you were loved. That you lived. That you had someone who loved you. It doesn’t matter if it’s a parent, a child, a lover, a fur baby, or whatever. Sometimes we mourn places and things.

You are loved. You are here. And, I promise you that you will always come out with grace on the other side.

I love you!
Millie

Today is the Day

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It is here. Today. The day my memoir, Erasable, is out on Amazon.

I woke earlier this morning with this giddy sense of anticipation, and finally calmed.

For weeks, thinking about this book launch date, I was stricken by anxiety and hesitation. I cannot count the amount of times I wanted to ask the publisher to stop it all.

Fear! It got a hold of me like it hasn’t in decades.

I will be seen. I will be judged. I will be felt in the story. Once it’s out there…. The ego has a lot to say!

I do not feel that today. I feel like I birthed and released a massive part of my life.

Last night I sat and wrote more in my next book, a metaphysical woo-woo novel. Finishing Erasable has given me a zest for the next project.

Thank you all for the love and support. Erasable was completed because of the massive tribe I have that keeps pushing me to come out of my shell and share.

The special book price won’t last but a day.

I love you!

Erasable: A Sacred Journey of Invisibility to Clarity.

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