You’ve created a ceiling.
The ceiling of “Meh”
You state that you’re “fine”
You say you’re “okay”
Stable, Normal, Average
It’s no feeling and sensation of pleasure
It’s no life at all!
beauty
You want them to make you feel special but you don’t see anything special within self.
You want them to rain love down upon you and yet you can’t find any love for all your intricacies
You want them to see you, romance you, cherish you, appreciate you… invite you in…
But you aren’t offering that same invitation to self to expand and drop into surrender. You are expecting others to give you things that you have not found the ability to consistently tune into within self. Read more
Show up as yourself.
You just have to be you.
ALL of you…
The beautiful, the messy, the emotional, the joyous.
Some will love you, some will hate you
You see all the “bad” in the world
I see all the love and beauty
You see all the ways it won’t work
I see the possibilities
You think playing it safe should be the answer. Stay in line, keep your head down, and that responsibility and security is the most important thing. Read more
There is a fine line between a woman not accepting compliments and a woman just desiring to be seen for more than just her pretty face.
I am constantly hearing men talk about how women these days struggle or even get angry when they are complimented on their physical appearance.
“She only drinks coffee at midnight, when the moment is not
Right, her timing is quite unusual
You see her confidence is tragic, but her intuition magic
And the shape of her body unusual” -Train, “Meet Virginia”
I have always had a fascination for this song. Since I was a young girl riding the bus and hearing these lyrics for the first I felt like I “got” Virginia
So as I am driving down the road and song comes on I find myself belting it out with passion. Read more
I wait for my coffee to finish brewing and glance out my window into the grey cloudy sky. Behind the clouds you can see the morning sun wanting to peak through and light up the sky.
The clouds are swirling and passing and I find myself enthralled at their graceful movement through the sky. Read more
I’m almost 5 years old in this picture. Whenever anyone sees this picture they remark that I look like a porcelain doll and the truth is I can remember this being about this age when I was told to hush, act like a lady, and just sit down, be quiet, and look cute. I can tell you that despite my almost obsession with swirly dresses and dolls…that I in no way shape or form wanted to just be seen as cute. I would sit still, look pretty, and really would just daydream of world domination… Read more