Good morning, All!
The dawning of Day 3 and already, it feels as if we have been here for weeks!
Clearly, I am in the right place, at the right time and with the right people. With every thought you share, my own expand.
The awakening of internal cues is palpable. As I read, I am aware of the great courage that it takes to dive so quickly into the deep end of the pool of our own uncertainties; particularly when in the (good) company of those so new to us. And yet, here we are! Discovering that it is not about holding our breath but discovering that we can breathe under water.
Even in the trepidation, we move forward. Not with bravado or an artificial smile, but with a recognition that the heartbeat of our authentic Being requires that it be so. We engage…. we pause and take a breath, owning every cellular vibration…. and when the body settles once again, we continue.
For me, the poking and prodding is easy. There is no struggle. I know of no other way to live. I know of many other ways to exist; to comply; to go-along-to-get-along…. and I know of no other way to LIVE. For me, it IS the provocation that exposes the sharp edge for the next leap. Without it, I would simply spend my time lost in the comfort of the wide part of the blade; never knowing that I was meant to carve out MY reality rather than play out that of another… like an actor with a script.
It was a restless night. Your collective thoughts kept wandering into my awareness, like smoke, making it impossible for me to put them aside and continue on my existing path. For me, the great provocation was/is: will we (as a people) ever learn to trust the truth of our own experience?
In a world shaped through the parenting process (and indeed, none of us is spared, regardless of where and when we live!), are we doomed to live in constant and perpetual doubt of the truth of our own experience when some other voice tells us that it is not so?
Are we destined, forever, to succumb to our fear and fall easily back into line; into the lock-step pace of our collective march into continuing deconstruction of what holds meaning for us?
Will we ever be free of our search for doing the right thing rather than embracing that which is right for the I/me/I AM that each of us is?
We are trained into believing that walking the path of engaging what is right for each individual Self will ultimately bring chaos to the larger whole. And yet, as I look around my world, that is not what I see. In truth, I see the opposite.
I am reminded of that thought often shared in the 5-day intensive experiences: I consider myself a mature, responsible adult until I go home to visit my mother and discover that as I cross the threshold into her home… in a nanosecond! – I am once again, 8! How does that happen????? Oh, how easily we succumb to what we perceive as ‘authority’, regardless of its evident effect in and on our lives!
I can’t begin to tell you how many I have worked with who live a secret, unexpressed interior reality; never daring to allow that which they say to themselves, to be heard by any other. As much as we may be trained… designed… entrained!… to live that way, it is not our essential Nature. To live a life of competing and conflicting conversations with ourselves is a recipe for dis-ease of body and mind.
We are compelled from The Deep, within, to seek alignment in our Being. When we seek to deny that to ourselves, the internal cues only increase in intensity, density, volume and the insatiable demand to be honoured. In some bizarre way, the global expressions of violence and brutality are some form of its expression. Distorted : yes. Insufficient: yes. Repulsive: yes. And yet, can not and will not be explained away through reason and logic…. since there can be none!
Like the constant disintegration of our biosphere – which is, increasingly, so profoundly deadly to all living expressions on the surface of the planet – it is nonetheless an act of Self-preservation on the part of Gaia. I don’t have to like it. I don’t have to be enthusiastic about it. And I do have to honour the depth to which alignment is unfolding. It can come as no surprise to any of us that finally… as a last-gasp effort to get our attention… the very bubble that makes our existence possible is now at risk. Perhaps now, we will pay attention to ourselves? Perhaps now, we will notice that in having numbed ourselves to our internal cues, we must wake up or die? Finally! A presenting layer that we cannot ignore.
To me, it is impossible for us to know anything else unless and until I am willing to know… and constantly embrace… that which is presenting from The Deep, within myself. Perhaps that simple truth makes it possible for me to recognize that in the owning of it all, a new potential can and will unfold. To deny any of it; to deny to ourselves the truth of our own experience, will only perpetuate a lie. If I am not telling myself the truth, then I am telling myself an untruth – whether I say it out loud or only to myself. Either way, a lie becomes the foundation for the shaping of my tomorrows.
From a client: “Perspective, indeed. Until I open my mouth to share mine, I limit another’s capacity for expansion of theirs… and I do not need to ever know the finer distinctions of their’s… I only ever need to honour and voice the finer distinctions of mine.”
Long ago, I remember reading a book (Joseph Chilton Pearce : Evolution’s End… but one of so many marvellous books by him!) about escalating fields. Like a mother/child: the child cries, the mother responds, the child engages, the mother engages…. and on and on it goes. In these words, I see the power of escalating fields. In these exchanges, each with the other, I also see escalating fields. As one gives herself permission to be open, clear, honest and direct, others are invited to find that permission within themselves. Escalating fields. Nothing to do but dare to BE the open, clear, honest and direct presence, in meaning.
And sometimes, in so doing/Being, it feels as if our known ‘reality’ begins to unravel. That unraveling, I know well. Can I trust the unraveling, with having nothing to do? Can I trust that whatever its consequences, the genius will lead? I seem to be able to trust that for myself. I seem to be able to invite and allow it all, as it pertains to me. I seem far less willing/able to do so, for my sons. They did not create this reality and yet, they are left to carve their way through it. And I grieve what may well be their not-so-distant future. Their world can only become a greater and greater challenge to their willingness and ability to unfold within it.
I am angry about that… and unwilling to go quietly into the night in the long-entrained silence that I have been taught is my birthright! My body is relentless in declaring to me: “There is another way, if you choose it!”
What comes to mind is the experience of being in a dream, knowing the need to wake up and yet, unable to shake the dream. In that instant, I know the dream; I recognize myself in the dream; I know that the dream may have claimed me AND does not own me; and I know that I am the Dreamer. Beyond that, I am that which creates Dreaming as a possibility. And through it all, it is never any more than a sliver of creation. As that Creator, I find myself wondering: am I ‘response-able’ for my dreaming creations? What dreams might my sons be dreaming, of which I am both Creator and a captive part?
A voice from within encourages: Do nothing until the call presents. I know that voice well. I know its message intimately. Waiting. Letting go. Doing nothing. The pressure that comes with choosing to simply ‘be’ is enormous, in a world voracious for us all to ‘do’. When we stay busy, we are distracted from the force of our own, intimate thoughts. Sometimes, the waiting is pregnant with a great trust of what will be birthed. Other times, it feels so more much more like languishing. I looked up the word ‘languishing’ and found:
1.
(of a person or other living thing) lose or lack vitality; grow weak or feeble.
“plants may appear to be languishing simply because they are dormant”
synonyms: weaken, deteriorate, decline;
I was struck by the reference to ‘plants may appear to be languishing simply because they are dormant’. Interesting notion that had not crossed my mind.
Waiting. Dormant. Mindfully dormant (as I’m sure plants are….)
Waiting is a challenge for me, right now. For more than 20 years, I have been exploring so many other strings of possibility of our world/species. The transhumanism movement, with its invasive strategies of entrainment, mind control; its capacity to insert nanotechnology that responds to external cues (like birth control mechanisms that are controlled by an outside source to activate/deactivate the capacity to be impregnated); morgellans as evidence of living, intelligent fibres that circulate in the human body, waiting…… Vaccinations as a delivery mechanism for nanotechnology.
The great activity that goes on over our heads, as we rarely think to look up (and to look up Logical Levels) to wonder….. This includes chem trail particulate, as its curtain of white spreads and descends to the Earth. Particulate that we inhale. Particulate that settles into the soil in which our food grows… and often, can no longer grow. Particulate that contains aluminium and lithium Particulate that kills organic matter.
Exopolitics. The worlds beyond our planet. Other life on other planets. Interstellar beings/travel. Dimensions. (Here is a link to a recent speech by the president of the EU. Some think he made an error…. ) Military bases on the moon and Mars. Things hidden. Secrets.
Underground and interconnected military bases, all around the world. Underground cities, all around the world. Those discovered from ancient times; and those having been built in the last 50 years; as well as those currently under construction. Breakaway civilization. More things hidden. More secrets.
The lies of our educations, evidenced by unearthed and ancient genius in monuments that have stood through and beyond catastrophes of this Earth; by the existence of the Nazi international and its infiltration of the banking system around the world.
The betrayals of our so-called religious structures. (If organized religion is not entrainment, I don’t know what is!) Greed. Abuse. The consumption of the Innocence of our children. The destruction of souls.
Secrets and lies, forming the greater context within which our visible world unfolds.
For generations, we have been taught to simply relax into our own enslavement; to trust that it is all in our own best interest; to surrender our pressing and disturbing inner truth to an outer one designed by another, entrained to believe that it is our perception that is in error and not the truth of our existence. What we have been taught by the generations before us we now, without much consideration, teach the generation that follows. And it goes on and on and on and on…..
As in Logical Levels, where every level is contained in the level above it (i.e. higher order context from which process/strategy and behaviour present), so these other processes exist, within which our world unfolds. These may put us on a path that I choose not to follow and, I know without a doubt, these will not entrain Gaia. For that, there is no greater force.
And so, I wait. Perhaps my current challenge is to consider that waiting need not require that I be dormant. Perhaps this waiting IS that next pulse or ripple through space/time. Removing myself from the game of ‘doing’. Allowing simply to BE, shared. Like this very experience. No specific anything, but shared nonetheless. Will it matter? In this moment, I know it matters greatly to me…..to have the freedom to fully express, knowing that I am with those who can see and hear me, themselves and each other…. and who know.
In the waiting moments, I wonder: perhaps peace and joy are to be found not in the notes of music but in the spaces between the notes. Perhaps peace and joy will be found in my willingness to simply stay in the present moment and fully embrace what presents…. seeking not to understand but simply to surrender to that moment…. trusting that there will be a next. In my surrender, I am left without the essential bind to all that has come before and all that might come after. The moment. It is unfortunate we have never been conditioned to receive the power and the grace of that moment, nor to trust that its genius IS what leads the way.
Perhaps that is what I will know in my next breath. Not a day goes by that I am not fully present to and conscious of my deep gratitude for my Life. Every day, I get to wake up and move into a world of abundance, at all levels. Not even off at a great distance do I hear the rolling thunder of deadly arsenals of destruction. I am not concerned that today, when I make my way to the grocery store, the shelves will be bare. Not once do I fear that water will not flow when I turn on the tap… or that I will have to run for my life when the ground trembles with the approach of some unknown yet uniformed menace. And at least for now, I do not quake in terror at the possibility that my precious sons will be called to offer up their lives in exchange for needing to be ‘right’ about how the world should be. After close to 30 years of engaging with those who did not know, now, mine is to engage with those who do. Those who intuitively know without hesitation and without the need for evidence. Those whose knowing lives at depths untouched by their history and as yet, unrevealed into the process of creating their futures. What further might come of that?
Thank you all for choosing to Be, here. I am grateful.
Louise
Sometimes I have days where I feel partially embodied and partially disembodied…like I’m here and not here at the same time. Today is one of those days. Checked in and checked out at the same time. An altered state of sorts, yet not spaced out. It’s a familiar feeling. I got to know it very well during my time at the Monroe Institute in 2012. “I am more than my physical body…” are the affirming words of Bob Monroe that began every Hemisync experience. I also know that I am my physical body. It’s a strange and surreal place to be—strange and familiar at the same time. I feel like I’m observing myself moving through the day. Not an OBE (out of body experience), just a…separation of sorts. Like I’m watching my embodied self while energetically hovering over my left shoulder…two of me…like a shadow watching density in action. For the record, I don’t drink, smoke or even take pharmaceuticals. Home brewed kombucha is the hardest substance I ingest. This feeling is completely natural.
I’ve been watching myself closely today: doing my swim workout, biking to the pool and back, cutting the grass, smiling at the young dude singing away at the paint store (he hit those high notes perfectly), painting my kayak, interacting with the cats and dogs and Deb…feeling oddly peaceful. I don’t feel like “working” today so I won’t.
On my bike ride home from the pool a random thought popped into my head: “I just don’t feel at home on planet Earth anymore.” Just like that. It came in, landed for a bit…I even watched myself try to make sense of it. And then it left. Poof!
What is real? What is consciousness? This has been a curiosity for most of my life. Louise speaks of different timelines, multiple timelines and this makes sense to me on a deep level. Multiple realities, alternate realities, different planetary existences…so much that I don’t know that I don’t know.
Or do I?
I had many profound, indescribable experiences at the Monroe Institute. It was pivotal for my healing, personal expansion and for catapulting me to the place I now am. It showed me very, very clearly how there is no “death”. I experienced this “no death” first hand. It’s beautiful. I even had a partial OBE when I was there (which freaked me out).
Since childhood, I’ve had experiences with humans and animals who “died”. Some who I didn’t know, and many who I did know—my parents and grandfather in particular reconnected in beautiful ways. It is so comforting when it happens. When I was younger, it used to scare me, but no more. I welcome it.
I’ve had premonitions all of my life. They always come true. Recently, I’ve had a couple of clairaudio experiences that were exceptionally powerful.
I’ve always been intuitively connected. The only times I’ve screwed up are when I override this internal knowing with my intellect. I’ve learned. No more.
When I entered the world, I had an umbilical cord wrapped around my neck. I was resuscitated by frantic doctors and nurses…shouting and shouting. My mother told me that it was touch and go whether I’d make it. 52 years later, I’m still here. I despise shouting and I’m phobic of anything tight around my neck however. I didn’t know why until my mother told me in my mid 20’s.
I saw a highly sought after intuitive in Ottawa in 2008. She said many things that only I knew. It was amazing. She knew about my near-death experience at birth and told me that my connection to the non-physical realm is because I walk a fine line between the physical and non-physical, therefore I easily weave in and out (maybe that’s what’s going on today). She also told me that this is what gives me my heightened sensitivity to Earth energy as well as non-physical energy.
I don’t talk about this much. I don’t need to. It’s who I am.
As I type these random thoughts today, I feel so much peace. The grief wave from yesterday cleansed me and opened me for so much more…of everything. Francis is exceptionally funny today with his canine antics. I’m belly laughing at his goofy persona. Everyone is making me smile…
Moments…
I’m grateful for life.
Day 3 Whispers from Within
Thank you for the gift of being privy to your heart-felt comments, and Louise, thank you for inspiring me with your intense writing prompts. I still do not know where I am at with this. It feels like I have stumbled into a strange new world; a world I may have actually been trying to avoid.
I spent a few years (voraciously) following conspiracy theories. I could not get enough of them. I know there is some truth some truth to what I read. I felt it at a soul level. But, the day came when I had to put my beloved theories down. Either that, or I had to buy a chunk of land in the most remote part of Canada…off grid, with a gun to keep others from stealing ‘our’ coveted loot. Or I could oft myself. It seemed to me that all of my choices represented a real ugly way to live…one in which I would be totally consumed by fear.
I decided then and there that if the world were to end, I would end with it. I would help my fellows by gracefully suffering the consequence of being duped by….by who? I am not sure. I have often wondered how those dubious mystical masters that are leading us to slaughter, could be human, though.
I read Kevin Trudeau’s, The Biggest Secret, years ago, and it started to make some sense to me. The Reptilian Race; how could any ‘humans’ not concern themselves with their children’s future, or the state of Our Mother, our home, planet Earth? It still makes no sense to me. But there is a voice within that whispers, God is bigger than they are; whoever ‘they’ are. I cling to that warm fuzzy thought like it is the last life raft available to me. Perhaps it is?
That brings me to the topic of ‘fear.’ Throughout my life, I have not had very much regard for the systems that be. I always had a fear of authority figures. I grew up thinking that I wanted to be a teacher. But I hated the stifling atmosphere of public schools (I still do). Being in school stifled my soul from the get go. I hated the smells of bagged lunches, the smells of my fellow students, the competition and comparison was brutal on my sensitive soul. Frankly, the whole system bored me silly, and put me to sleep (literally). So, I dropped out of school in grade nine. And then I left home at fifteen. My dream was to create my own family; my own source of family ‘love’. It was all about me. At 54, I have three grown children and seven grandchildren.
So I am responsible for bringing those people into this world, with little consideration for how that would look for them. Ignorance is bliss…until we are not ignorant anymore…than it sucks. Now it seems that Michael Stivik (Meathead), of All in the Family, was right. He talked about the irresponsibility of bringing more children into this world, way back then. Rob Reiner saw it happening. I know…I felt this coming too. And I was merely a teen-aged girl; a girl who should have not had a care in the world (in a perfect world that is). But life has been anything but perfect for me.
Ten years ago, I decided I wanted to know more about my health, so I enrolled in a course of Applied Nutrition. I learned what not to do and what to do, using food as my medicine. One of the things I learned is how pharmaceutical companies make money off disease, and their role is not to get us healthy, but to keep us sick and medicated; not dead…just alive. It is interesting how shows like The Walking Dead appeal to so many people today. Personally, I never liked the feelings it evoked within me. There was a whisper that said it was already happening. We are the walking dead.
I do not let fear of disease cause me to line up at a doctor’s office. Don’t get me wrong, I love the people who wanted to help people, so they went into medicine. That is a noble cause. I just do NOT love the people who write the textbooks for them. I avoid businesses that use fear for profiteering, at all cost. I owe my health to this avoidance, I am certain of it. When it is my time to go Home, I will go gracefully, with my dignity. I will not go with bald patches from ingesting poison. I know this. I do not believe in fighting cancer. I believe in living wholesomely. Cancer is the symptom that we have a toxic overload. It doesn’t work to overload us more.
But, I do believe that I am a conduit through which God gets to create. So, if this is true, then there is a reason for all of this madness (there has to be). And that belief helps me sleep at night.
With Love and Hope (I love hope),
Jeanette
I have not read the post yet today. I opted for a workout first to get my legs moving and get the cobwebs out before I sat down to read Louise’s word. I guess I am the flow of this experience because I’ve had a stream of consciousness that I feel compelled to share.
Working out often changes my day, brightens it for the most part. Now and then it allows grief to move as I find myself on my stationary trainer in the front yard with tears streaming down my face. The luxury of not being out on the road is I am safe as a wave moves without having to worry about potholes and traffic.
What prompted the tears today was a song I chose to listen too. I have a special “spinning” playlist that I usually enjoy when working out but today I shuffled over to my “spiritual songs” playlist. I don’t really love the name of the list but you probably get the gist of what’s on there. The song “return to innocence” by enigma came on and I recalled the first time I’d ever heard this piece of music. I was visiting a friend in Calgary and she booked us this gorgeous log cabin up in the Banff area for a couple of days. She shared that song with me then and I loved it. It was a very different time in my life. I was about 26 years old, a Homicide Detective and pretty much completely shut down to the magnificence of my being. I remember enjoying the energy of the song but did not take much notice to the words which back them seemed a bit wimpy. Today I heard it differently:
“Don’t be afraid to be weak, don’t be to proud to be strong, just look into your heart my friend, that will be the return to yourself, the return to innocence”
Through the tears I suddenly heard a question emerge. What if our work here is to do as the song suggested “return to innocence”? Not gain possession and retirement funds but find our way back to the beautiful essence we brought with us on arrival. Suddenly I could hear my fathers words and actually feel his pride as so many times when he was alive I heard him describe the way he felt when he saw me in the baby nursery. He said he loved just standing there and hearing the other new parents comment on my brightness, my life force, my red hair.
In letting go of all of the conditioned responses to our culture we may be left with just that – innocence. It’s a warriors path though, to find the courage to let go over and over and over again. To find the courage to be week and to know that it is ok to be strong. This is my work now, nothing else seems important.
Yesterday a long time goal of mine was achieved. I started filming my own vegan TV cooking show. If you would have asked me 5 years ago how I would have felt about that I would have been over the moon excited. Yesterday I just felt deep gratitude for the day. For the space to share, for the hard working camera crew, for those that were willing to wash dishes between shoots. I have no expectations or outcomes in mind. Sharing the food I made on set with the crew and those that stopped to watch was all I needed. Seeing their reactions to something that may have been outside of their experience. Cashew dill cheese and chia flat bread lit up a lot of smiles yesterday. More tomorrow, and its all good. The 13 episode show will be all filmed by the end of next week. A fast and furious pace but one that works for me.
I now see life as a series of moments all strung together, no moment better than the other, all just unique. I see the richness of the tapestry and the never ending opportunity to find myself in each second. I don’t always choose myself but when I do I see that this might be the return to innocence.
Thanks,
Deb
Phew Day 3 – from across the time zones almost morning Ottawa time – and I am up late to carve out the space to see what’s here in this moment.
It’s been a full day of living, sensing, and staying in conversation. In conversation with myself, with others just beginning their awakening journey, and as well with well seasoned group of awakened women forces – all of which has feed my mind blowing curiosity. This curiosity and fire that burns so deeply that no matter where I am in space and time – it persists, it is the hum of my existence. It is accelerate evolution of Consciousness and it does not rest..its is boundless from the spirit/void/universal realm.
A wipe my tired eyes – take a sigh, and recapitulate my day… the awakening to deeper levels of truth in this way of being – is not dull, it is unexplainable at best to those that are still trapped in the illusion of the status quo. Frustrating as hell to attempt to explain it to those exquisite brilliant minds, that just won’t dive into the sensations in their bodies below the water line to consider and engage the how of the WHO and What we are. Many times I find myself walking away, NEXT. Life is too precious to chase.
I forget that the lens through which I see – is all a metaphor, it is malleable. As malleable as I invite and allow my reality to be.
I see my angst, my frustration, my grief all invitations to dive into the more, and detach from the binds that tie me to the past. Not only my past – yet the generations upon generations that come before me.
The hope, excitement and absolute awe of life – comes from the countless experiences of witnessing myself and others reclaim their truth, their birthright to be in their full expression here, in the now perpetuating shaping. to be in the dance to choosing differently and to choose over and over again.
I was asked do I see or feel a big shift in people’s awakening? Do you believe people are waking to the reality that we are at the brink of destruction on the planet as a species? What are your thoughts
I usually rant all over this… and today I didn’t know how to answer -quite frankly I didn’t want to fall in line with the dooms day predictions, or the over zealous that think we are going to be quite ok as long as we keep awakening and evolving. I’m really at a loss of what it all really means, and it is a question I hear inside myself multiple times a day… what will it take? how will it be?
In this moment I know I see it all – I perceive that there is an acceleration in awakening – yet i am doubtful of the actions that come with that; when I say action – I mean severely disrupting our patterns and our habitual ways of being especially in the world of relating to ourselves, our partners, the environment, economic achievements, and the relentless engaging in the fast pace rat race, and the wheel of earning a living.
I am still a part of it…
I don’t have it figured out. I think it will take something different for each of us – yet as a generalization – humans are in the pattern of surviving to achieve enlightenment – not thriving into enlightenment. In this moment I don’t even think enlightenment is what we need – we need a conscious awakening in our bodies that transcends into conscious actions the make a difference inside and roots us to being profoundly internal referenced to our own unwavering truths in each moment. For here the willingness to be interconnect with others in new ways of being. Well that’s my generalization in this moment.
Yet there are large forces at work – as I hear your accounts Louise of Military bases on the moon and Mars. Things hidden. Secrets. Interconnected military bases, underground cities, break away civilizations… my body activates with a tightening, with a response that I already know.. and don’t want to know all at the same time.
‘Yes things are accelerating – I know that as I am in my own life.’ How that interconnects with the greater shift that is all unfolding… I‘m not sure at all logical levels. Yet the pace at which my body can process and shift and simply let go of decades of habits and thrive is stunning. For the record my body adapts much quicker than my habitual thoughts of wanting to plan, do, and predict the future. It is the I AM – that I am is so strong that my intellect can no loner override my body, and my body can no longer ignore the messages from spirit.
A simple example is i’m mostly vegan within the last 2 months – totally not interested in milk, cheese or eggs – and its not because I creating a resistance against the meat industry. Its simple my body has changed. As it has changed over and over the last 7 years as I’ve engaged my body as the quantum processor. The topography has changed while owning and reclaiming my birthright to Wholeness. My body is ‘healthy, strong, and fit’ and I don’t even work at it. My mind active, alert and most days inspired. My spirit persistent, it is relentless and full of intention to bring my unique voice and invite, awake and lift others up wiling to do the same.
When the next question came as to why vegan – I simply said I was done violating myself with my choices. I violate myself when the source of my food is forma violation from another. Somedays I believe my body is preparing itself for a time when our food choices are going to look very different – that the resources once here will not be and that the quantum biological device will need to adapt. So my choices are conscious and yet its driven by an internal process of becoming well embedded in the fabric of my DNA. My body does not lie and it knows what it needs – I am listening.
So if the landscape within me can shift – so can everything else. I do hold that as a possibility and yet what we will collectively co-create is to be left to the unknown, for now.
It’s well past the 30 minutes now… with the pauses between the words flowing onto the page. It’s unedited.. I know this commitment will fuel bigger thoughts, more expansion and a journey that evokes insights, passion and the willingness to continue to engage. I’m ready and up for inviting the shifts in my perceptions to continue …very excited about contradicting myself tomorrow as I rise to engage my world. This is a process, a deeply sacred process of becoming, an exploration and owning each of our birthrights. This process a series of inquiries and actions that invite me to live in this world, Fully. Fully ME: to play, with intention, thoughts and a knowing that I can’t get this wrong. I am the one in my life.
Absolutely freakin’ awesome!!! Love you lady!