Poem: Boundless Skies

Purity resides in the heart, running wild like a child where pirates roam and dragons soar. Life blossoms in the tiniest wonders: a blade of grass, a flower to pick, the sky to gaze upon. In this realm, freedom cascades through every breath, as the mind surrenders and no longer dictates. The field is wide and vast, stretching beyond sight, soaring above the trees. Here, you are the observer, voyager, explorer, and stargazer.

Limitations no longer bind you in the slavery of defeat; instead, they lift you to wonder, curiosity, and hope. As the false mirror crumbles, an unveiling and rebirth are witnessed, reclaiming a song long forgotten. You embody timeless truth, pure in essence—you are home.

Poem: The weight of a feather

You have journeyed far, bearing the suitcase of your past and countless lifetimes. Every step, a testament to your endurance, each breath, a whisper of resilience. It is time now, dear traveler, to transfer its weight from rock to feather. Unzipped and peeled back are the burdens, no longer to be dragged or summoned as echoes of what was.

In the gentle twilight of one’s soul, you honor the reflection and its remnants that echo through the corridors of time, sending them kindness, compassion, and gratitude for the journey that has brought you to this sacred space now. Within a paused moment, you acknowledge the lessons, the scars, the tears. Each one, a page in your book, to be filed into the Akashic of your becoming. You place them gently on the shelf, their purpose fulfilled.

Grab laughter by the hand, happiness, and love as reminders that the climb is no longer. You awaken, woven into the threads of all that is. Time is no longer linear but ripples that encompass you, gifting you sight to open windows and walk through doors without hesitation or worry of where each step will take you. You trust, even when it is unclear where you are going. Faith and hope are all that you carry now, with love guiding the way. 

Spiritually Awakening? Wait, What?

Awakening to your spiritual journey? How much time do you have? I’m giggling because it’s one of my favorite topics, but I’ll keep it short. So, for me, I can laugh now and say that my spirit guides, my higher self, were like, “Girl, enough is enough. Let’s get this party started!”

What usually kickstarts an awakening can be a number of things like major life changes, the loss of a loved one, etc. It’s very personal because it’s your journey and yours alone, pushing you into questioning your purpose, your why, your choices... How do you know? Your intuition, for one. It’s like someone just flips a switch, and that inner voice starts shouting from the rooftops to trust your instincts and somehow you’re now tuned into a different frequency. You start experiencing synchronicities and wanting to connect with a higher purpose, and that’s just the beginning. My spirit guides shared a message that I’ve kept with me for years: “Your awakening, my love, does not come but once. This is the path of many roads, many mountains. What you seek has never been lost, but the length of your journey to discover this, my dear, is completely up to you.

Morning Walk

The air was warm, carrying the perfumes of wild flowers and the scent of damp soil from last night's rain. They filled my being, serving as a reminder of my existence in this very moment of time and space. I stood there on the sidewalk, with not a person in sight, eyes closed, simply absorbing the energy that surrounded me. I could feel it swirling around, permeating my skin and filling the pores with a deep sense of gratitude and reverence—a tribute to who I am and my presence in this exquisite moment.