abracadabra.

Stay postured for a miracle. The miraculous is all about us. Everywhere we turn there are miracles happening. The key is to remain in a posture to experience and receive the miraculous. A posture of gratitude, wonder and belief. Belief in what you ask? If you want to experience the miraculous you have to believe in magic. ✨

#abracadabra

Abracadabra is Hebrew for I create as I speak. perhaps ponder this:

What miracles am I creating with my words?

spoiler alert: if you already know for sure how it will go, the miraculous will not have much room to WOW you.

Be wowed! Peace.

A word!

“For nothing can be received until the place is prepared for it to enter. And you can only give what you have been willing to receive. If you receive a drop of water into your glass, that is all that you can give to another. But he that receives all, gives all. And he that gives all, receive tenfold more.”

Open your hands and your heart and experience the fullness thereof.

Peace.

light and dark.

light and dark.

been thinking a lot about the contrast, the relationship, the duality. Listening to Rev.Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr (I love to write his name full out, especially after reading FBI letters where he was addressed by his last name as they would not dignify his titles, and even then they still had to call that man KING! *shout* But I digress.) I was listening to the speech Unfulfilled Dreams where he spoke on the light and dark that inevitably lives within each of us.

light and dark in the world. light and dark within my own spirit. It’s really a beautiful balancing duality. Too bad we labeled it good and bad, that label haunts us forever. We prejudge, shy away from, or even become scared of or intimated by the dark.

I’m vowing to spend time honoring the dark. The shadow. The beauty. And how perfect that I sit under the sky during the new moon basking in the possibilities that can only be created in the dark. It really is the essence of creativity.

I am light and perhaps even more so, I am dark.

sage.

Everyone needs a sage. No debate.

I often say I am the individual and the collective. I experience life as an individual and I experience life as the collective. It requires a lot of mindfulness because the weight of the collective can be extremely heavy. Too heavy for any individual to take on.

I’m going to go out on a limb and say that anxiety and depression is heavily affecting the collective right now. I feel it. I’m experiencing it. And what I’ve come to find as a remedy is a sage. Your sage may be your mama, your friends mama, your girlfriend, your auntie, your teacher, your therapist. She holds space for you. She’s spiritually grounded. She exudes love. She passes no judgement. She gives no advice instead she is lead by spirit to offer words and resources that leave you full, heard, loved and equipped. She holds your hand be it literally or theoretically. She listens. She’s generous with her time, her space and her wisdom. She’s there for you. She’s been there before, right where you are. She knows what you are dealing with and her faith allows her to reassure you that it gets better. She speaks over your life and has the vision and foresight to see what’s possible for you. Even when you can’t see it.

You get you a sage. Seek out your sage, share with them what you’re dealing with and watch God in human form wrap the love of the divine feminine around you until you can pick yourself up and walk again. Until you feel lighter. Until you can see clearly. Until you sleep through the night. Until your tears are dry. Until you are at peace in your soul.

Braveheart.

The truth is so much more beautiful than a lie. I know we all have some sort of image to uphold. Pride. Ego. Fear. Sometimes it does not occur as a lie. Sometimes it’s just none of anyone’s business and i advocate for privacy, i do. But gosh the truth, the messy, vulnerable truth is so refreshing. It’s so beautiful. It’s so human. All heart. All Love. The truth heals. It frees you up to feel something different, or take different actions. The truth transforms. It enlivens the truth teller. A lie, well it puts up a good front. It may allow you shallow approval and acceptance from outside sources but it kills you, slowly. It binds you up, holds you hostage, it’s like a foot on your neck. Freedom is however yours on the other side of the truth.