Musings as I sit by the water.
Letting the dust of a funky week settle. Sometimes we want to move through the funk too quickly … to get back to happy. But sometimes, as my husband said to me today … you just have to sit in the funk. Today, sitting in the funk gave me time to just let my thoughts roll around, and to let me have time to ponder … the word wild just bubbled up and before I knew it … I had to write this down.
I hope you get some glint of the divine wisdom and guidance I was channeling in the moment. It’s unedited, raw, and wild … just like I wish to be in each moment.
I love the word wild.
I crave the rebel-ness feeling of the water.
I am the new way.
I am deeply aligned with integrity and love and trust in my own heart.
I love the call of the moon.
Though I walk my own path … I know it’s one that was walked many thousands of years by mothers, sisters, Warriors.
I love deeply.
I cry easily.
I am inspired by the simple beauty of butterfly wings.
I am worthy.
I am courageous.
I am loved deeply.
I am guided.
The sky and water beckon me. And I’ve learned to listen well.
I get stuck.
I get restless.
I sit some more.
Until I feel the surge of the muse rushing through my soul.
Then I walk straight through the darkness and share what I’ve learned.
I am a leader.
I am nameless.
I am Me.
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