To the girl I was then – I forgive you. I forgive you for believing that you didn’t matter. I forgive you for thinking that what you had to say wasn’t worth other people listening. I forgive you for thinking you needed to be perfect to help anyone else. I forgive you for the things
Tag: inspiration
Do you ever think about how amazing those moments where time doesn’t exist are? Where you are just so in the moment that there is no concept of what the time is or how long it’s been? Do you know how to bring this into your every day living? I get so excited when I
Have you ever witnessed so much love being poured into a person that the energy is palpable and everyone’s bodies are moving with this energy and emotion is abundant? This energy injects the space with something that cannot be put into words and is an honour to experience and witness. I’ve experienced love in so
I prefer to deal with stuff IF it happens. I prefer to turn my ‘waiting’ into being. So I ask everyone who keeps telling me I will need a vaccination to travel, or I will be locked in a country, or any of the other things you believe will happen, to keep it to yourself.
It’s been 21 days since I spoke a conscious word. Wow. I say conscious because there were a few times words slipped out without me even realizing. A few of those times were speaking to my cat and another few were swear words 😂 Heck even at the retreat I went to last year we
It’s not about the likes or the followers It’s not about attention or receiving love (or sometimes maybe hate) It’s about the silent watchers who are experiencing something in their own bodies and they don’t know how to express it Its about the people who never interact yet will randomly message saying they feel like
My wounded inner child visited me the other evening. All my stories came up. Im not worthy Nobody chose me Am I not good enough Nobody likes me Blah blah blah And I was in shock for a moment After all, I’ve done so much inner child work how could there possibly still be wounding
From the ashes of the fire she rose She had journeyed into her heart to retrieve the pieces of her soul that had been fragmented. Healing all that wasn’t hers to hold. Releasing the demons that plagued her inner most being. She embraced the pain, she embraced it for all that it meant. For all
You can call me a slut You can call me a bad mum You can think I’m egotistical You can think I’m selfish You can think I share too much of myself You can think whatever you like That’s the beauty of the power of our own freedom But I would be surprised if you
Next time you want to say No, consider saying Yes. Because you just never know where it may lead you. Surrender has this beautiful way of giving you what you deeply need underneath what you think you want. Reading The Surrender Experiment by Michael A Singer has me thinking about the times in my life










