Ode to Feelers
I WORK WITH PEOPLE WHO…
One, don't give themselves enough credit for how empathic the truly are, and two, are often pulled into codependent relationships they struggle to navigate themselves through.They really do, feel it all though they don't yet trust what they feel.
They are light workers who are in their infancy of their commitment to being the light and likely think calling oneself a light worker is cliché. I get it, but, on the real, some cliché's exist because they're profoundly real.
Often driven and impatient to knock loose their own cellular knowledge so they can move forward in this life thing, my clients have an easy time responding to the world around them, but little self trust to authentically express themselves if they don't believe they'll be received well.
They fit in really well to a social system that's suffocating the essence of their truth and though they know it, they're terrified to own the changes that their intuition is asking them to make.
They also struggle to deeply receive. They may appear to have it all but there receptivity is riddled with guilt and self sabotage rears its ugly head more often than they'd like to admit. There is little worse than a great life and a mind that forbids you to enjoy yourself in it. There's also little worse than having a great mind, and a life that hasn't matched up on the outsides with what's true on the insides. I'm here to serve in aligning a great mind, into a great life, and vice versa.
My clients come to remember who they are so they can be who they've come to be. They are light workers disguised by flesh with the power to transform it all, they just haven't mastered the self trust aspect and responsibility of what their power entails, nor have they brought their subconscious to consciousness yet.
They're ready to feel what "they" feel like standing in their own light, and not the weight of a dark world. The thing is, most of them can't put their finger on the thing they're truly after, and I assure you, it's only their true selves. My service is to hold a mirror to your light, so you may trust what you see.
I feel...
tiny fits of rage, adult temper tantrums, and cathartic dance parties are a necessary part of self evolution…
source energy running through my veins…
that our children come here as our teachers, and it is our duty to be teachable as parents and guides…
that not everyone deserves a second chance to be a part of our lives. I discern those that I’d like to give second chances to using my intuition and trusting that by doing so, my own growth will be expanded. Relationships that are exhausting or have expired in my life, are released in love, trusting that their journey will be gorgeous without me in it…
like eating a carton of blueberries in bed in the middle of a lazy weekday afternoon…
the radiation from my cell phone vibrating my hand when I’ve used it too long…
that life should be lived as your meditation. I don’t (personally) vibe with the idea that one must sit in silence for minutes or hours a day to reach their capacity for enlightenment. My walk, my talk, my reframe of thoughts, my actions, my life…is my meditation…
that opinions are sharp knives that secretly and quietly slice through our unconscious causing what appears to be benign intent when they are actually inflicting malignant self doubt…
that anyone who ever did or became anything didn’t do so because they had a college degree. They did it because it was first within them to do so…
that radical self love is sometimes a painful journey of release, discovery, and open wounds, requiring us to wear a super sexy dress that makes us stand out when we feel at our worst and own it. It’s a scary proposition but one that must be explored…
that animals are a reflection of their humans…
that bliss feels like the color purple…
surrendering is ultimately the fight we are here to win…
that the world is a mirror for our internal landscape and what we believe will show up to prove to us that we aren’t crazy…
that the people who say, “I can’t keep a plant alive to save my life,” could keep plants alive if they tried less and listened more (to their plants of course)…
that the ocean is the most powerful living being that expresses itself similarly to how we experience ourselves. Depth, dark, shallow, light, always moving, changing, sustaining life, and will knock us on our ass if we don’t just flow with it…
that what we resist persists…
that intimacy is so much more than sex but sex without intimacy is a sad and hollow mistake that should only be made a few times in ones life. (Oh, how I wish I would’ve believed this years ago)…
that we should only make love to people we wouldn’t mind being or trading lives with…
that happiness comes before love when it comes to staying in an unsatisfying relationship…
that we are here to be examples for the light that’s possible for all of us and the second we feel shamed into shying away from being BIG, it’s our responsibility to stare shame and smallness in the face, bringing it to a stand still. It’s our responsibility to view the shame and smallness others desire from us as our right to take their hand and say, “I know you’re scared, and you want me to be scared too, but you can be big and you can be brilliant!”…
safe in the womb of mother earth…
that the human body has enormous capacity for self healing if we get out of our own way…
alternative medicine shouldn’t be the “alternative"…
that laying in a hammock next to a river, reading a book, in minimal attire is therapy.
like being surrounded by nothing but insane beauty…
a woman’s body is to be claimed only by her and she can feel safe to determine her boundaries whether it be lovers, birth rights, etc. Healing the body after extensive abuse, when it has felt easier to see it as a target rather than a temple, is not only possible, it is probable once we take the first step…
that I am guided to be the voice for those of us afraid to use it...
that grace exists effortlessly. This is why babies and animals are so easy to watch…no one has tainted their being-ness. No one has interfered with their potential for living in a state of unadulterated grace…
bitchy when I’m pregnant. Vibrant when I dance. Blissful when I drive on curvy Pennsylvania roads. Purposeful when I pray. Meditative when I’m being of service to the people I work with. Raw when I’m honest. Anger when I haven’t had a voice. Sly when I see through manipulation. Like hiding when I’m scared. Brilliant when I wear flashy colors. Sexy when I’m inspired…
free to feel it all. And I do.
tell me, how do you feel ?
The real, the gorgeous, the ugly, the elation, the everything in between: without judgment, without hesitation, without shame: just real and raw sharing in the experience of YOU!