What happens when you acknowledge
the situation you are in as unsustainable?
To so many things,
but most incredulously
a few things:
You begin to dream:
Of the perfect world
acknowledging the true essence of your being
Of the life you would choose to live
the life you would love in every minute.
Even the shitty ones,
because they are far better than even the best of current times.
Maybe you start dabbling in the dream.
Living out bits and pieces.
But “real life” summons you back
draining your divine energy
to forget about everything that really matters.
The economic trap of staying afloat
in a stagnant pool
while your heart longs to ride the currents.
The vision realigns.
The universe (not so) subtly tells you to go for it.
Cheering you on.
Pushing you to face fear, choose love.
So you sit on it,
wondering how it could possibly even be?
Because you have no idea how it would work.
But that’s okay,
because it would definitely be different
and you were never one to be the same.
I lost it again
the fragile balance of life and soul.
I understand what you meant though. About getting stuck in the mud.
Where I am right now feels detrimental
to my ability to expand full liberation
A boot to the delicate third chakra.
The weather is shifting and we’re transiting my season.
And now the truth is looking me right in the face,
through its vivid third eye
as I reside
I’m not asking for answers.
Just seeking to learn the dance.
To celebrate Shakti
in any space.
Not long ago I was spiraling out of this life.
Deep in the habit of falling into other people without acknowledging my own source of being, I broke into pieces.
Crying on my yoga mat, I looked up and asked for help.
The angels brought me to Missy, a psychic healer who actualized all the was unsettled in my heart. And gave me so much fucking clarity.
My roots were grounded and life felt lighter again.
There was a purpose, a path, a destination.
And there was me, right in the middle of it. Floating anywhere that tugged a bit and finally coming back in the direction of center.
Right before Mercury retrograde, she advised me to set intentions going into the time.
Usually vague and directionless, I set 5 solid goals to accomplish.
Seamlessly without much force, they was accomplished (early on, if I recall correctly.)
Though we are still in the shadow phase of retrograde, the fog is finally lifting and I am finding myself back in the untethered realm of floating through.
Which is fine, for right now. Just being. Maybe it’s just what I need.
The soft stillness. The cleansing breath. The restore.
A tuning. To Self at large.
When the crazy creeps in, it’s been easier to sit back and watch as the tidal storms of emotion roll through, roaring in mighty collaboration to tear down the stillness.
And when those days occur, my angels float back in with the people that make life brighter and buoyant and real.
For that and everything else in this existence,
so much gratitude.
Thanks for flowing.