breath of ancients
a poem of remembrance, presence and belonging ♡
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Your Dream Creative Life Requires Your Presence
Are you willing to show up?
Virgo | true sky aesthetic
Ariel. Dancer. Writer.
Sometimes I just sat and felt enveloped by the greatness of nature. I felt the sun, rain and snow on my face. I felt the wind float across my body and I felt my body as I...
You are on Your Path
You are on your path. I know—it doesn't always feel like it.
ancient seedling
unraveling threads of generations
I Remember I AM
Years and years later, I remembered. I remembered that I am not this mind. This body. This human. I remembered: I AM.
Meditation: Settle In
Drop in, relax. This is a moment for you to breathe, to receive that which you already are.
awakening journey
this awakening journey strengthens the heart
why am I here being human?
long ago I did not know how precious it is to be so sensitive, so wise, so gentle. I found this world a most trying place to be in. many days still, including today, I wonder...
Rising Pages...on Sundays my coffee is recreational ♡
I woke today after a night of dreaming, late-morning, mind revving to spin tales of old. Instead of jumping on that runaway train, I connected with my higher self...
Mythos of the Mundane
Sensing Divinity
...this is what I love
Poetry of the Cosmos
you have a choice
you have a choice to live in reaction to the world or responsibility to yourself. will you listen to the whispers that tell you to slow down go in, turn off the noise or will you continue to react, distract listen in on the party line to things you were
Poetry of the Cosmos
You are right on time
You are right on time. There is nothing you need to force, push or do to be who you are. Simply surrender, to divine will. Lay down your sword and shield. Let the light of you heart guide you home to your eternal rhythm. Truth emerges through presence, in being
Poetry of the Cosmos
Behind the Scenes
give grace
Poetry of the Cosmos
Language Swaps
Instead of “This is killing me” try “I’m growing stronger through this”. The words we speak shape our realities and that of those around us. Our children learn the phrases we use which entrains them as well to grow into the path we lay before them until that time
Mythos of the Mundane
The Alchemist
There’s an explorer whose words open realms...