Do you ever stop and listen to the sound of the silence?
Yes the pure crisp silence.
🔸Silence in the external world
🔸Silence in the internal world
🔸Silence in the spiritual world Read more
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Can you hear yourself through the noise? Do you even know your own mind anymore?
This world is full of others opinions, thoughts, advice, and “good ideas” which are freely given. They tell you what you should do, what you could do, what the “truth” is, and point out qualities to either stir your ego or support your ego. Read more
As I am a little over half-way through the live trainings I am doing this week for my “Passionate Powerful Me Online Course” (Yes, it will be available for purchase again on my website after the 15th). I obviously am spending much of my time speaking and simply thinking about true power.
I get it…
You’re tired.
You’re sick.
You’re filled with emotion.
You want to give in to it like a little B*tch
And maybe you should!
As I roll out of bed and begin to pull my clothes on for the day I wonder…
“Am I going to choose to stay naked today?”
“Am I going to cover, contain, and hide?”
“Am I going to be truly authentically naked or am I going to be the great pretender?”
Sometimes I just need a break from spiritual growth and need to jump into some mindless entertainment. I recently was having one of these moments of needing to just escape the world, my feelings, and my head chatter and so decided to pick-up a fiction book. In the book the main character is turned into a siren. Greek mythology portrays Siren’s as women that were like mermaids that could also turn into winged creatures and would sing sailors to their deaths. These were women that were beyond gorgeous that had this entrancing song and way of movement that men couldn’t resist. Once a siren had a man in her grasps he was her’s to use. However, as these creatures are portrayed in the book I was reading, they are devastatingly beautiful until they are not fed, then they lose control and end up going straight for men’s hearts and tearing the man to bits.
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
I don’t belong here and never have
I don’t belong in this town that you see fake painted faces and smiles
I don’t belong in these four walls that hold pictures and memories
I don’t belong in this body of pale skin, red hair, and freckles.
I don’t belong here and never have
🔥Run, Jump, Fly!🔥
I see it in you. I see your gorgeous light
You have so much power and potential that is trapped within
If only you believed in yourself fully Read more
😫I need it. I can’t move forward without it. I’m stuck! 😫
These are the things that I state as I tear through the boxes in my home looking for a little pink book. This particular book holds business focused journaling, plans, and writings that were in the works of being created. But in the chaos of moving I can’t seem to find it.
I look high, I look low, I even look in the kids toy bins but this little pink book can’t be found. I seriously spend about an hour tearing through stuff. Read more