There is something forever sacred about a Sunday morning for me. Perhaps the feeling stems from ritual during childhood. Perhaps because Sunday's always seem more quiet...as if Saturday is an extension of the week, fitting in all the scheduled "weekend activities". Perhaps because they are filled with memories of cozy, campfire mornings with my tent nearby. Whatever the reason, I love them.
In choosing my new home months ago, little did I know how supported this Sunday morning love would be. Every Sunday morning the local church bells sing to me. Now that fall is dawning, the birds sing along too. As I sat this morning in quiet stillness (however briefly solo before two littles joined me), it felt so peaceful. Perhaps I am not kneeling at an alter. Perhaps I am not seated in full lotus in a cave. However, seated in my old camp chair, on my little deck with the air so fresh from a night of heavy rainfall, savouring my hot coffee and being serenaded by the bells and bird, it was definitely sacred. Here's to a simple sacredness... And to hot coffee on a crisp Sunday morning! Namaste <3 "When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands
“Don’t move the way fear makes you move. Move the way love makes you move.
On my path to healing, self-care and rediscovery of mySelf, I am fascinated by the power of our thoughts and vibrations. The ripple effect of one loving thought, one loving word, one loving action is powerful!
A couple weeks ago I decided to try out Dr. Emoto's rice experiment for three reasons/purposes - 1. Curiosity! Would it actually work. You'll see below by the mass amount of mould on the Hate jar below, that yes, it did. 2. A context for conversation with my kiddos. The question about vocabulary and behaviour choices is now - would that go in the Hate jar, or the Love jar? It has been really shifting in our conversations. I love it! 3. A visual reminder to myself. The impact of words on others and yourself. The words repeatedly spoken and actions continuously presented toward me in a particular situation in my life (which is now dramatically shifting), has had a huge effect. Those interactions had time to fester. I need to remember to be loving to myself in order to clear the mould, if you will. And that takes time. Each layer needs care-filled, gentle, loving time to renew, repair, and regrow. Also, remembering that I don't need to add to that mould with self defeating/harming language. How can I choose to speak to myself from the Love jar? How can I protect myself more efficiently from situations and interactions that spew from the Hate jar? How do I clear the mould most efficiently?
Sending you loving thoughts straight from the Love jar!
Namaste Starting today I am beginning a #100DaysOfRadicalSelfLoves challenge with #The100DayProject. How will you infuse your days with more LOVE?
Connect with me on Instagram and let me know what you are going to do for your #100Daysof...
Namaste Your soundtrack for the following musings. Please press play and read on... For the unification of my breath, the beat and my feet
all carrying me both towards and away from with each deliberate step. For not knowing where the rain ends and my sweat begins, and for not caring as both feel equally delicious as they dance across my skin. For the certainty that this goal, this spirit igniting goal, which today seems so very far away will soon be my undeniable reality. For the time earned wisdom which reminds me that these obstacles, they are merely building strength to catapult life forward into an expression of even more joy. For vast nothingness. For lost trains of thought. Concerns processed, now the past and released. For the opportunity to run directly into the wind. The wind; the request from the universe to decide and commit. As I lean in, it blows away any superficial shit and leaves behind only space for commitment to my souls desire. For hitting the edge of my comfort zone. For acknowledging it, and yet still running on. For sweet, soulful solitude. For an insatiable hunger for love, and for inspiration, and for passion, and for life. For the opportunity to practice that pausing to catch my breath is not failure, in fact it may be the key to a more pleasurable journey to success, whatever success may look like in the end. For a deep knowing that it's not just going to be OK, it's going to be fucking glorious. For all of this and more, gratitude. Namaste. "Everybody should believe in something. I believe I'll have another coffee." ~ Author Unknown Thank you.
Thank you for the pile of dishes I just waded through. They mean I was able to feed my family well. Thank you for the painfully early morning wake up. It means I am still here. I get to play on this earth for at least one more day. Thank you for the following morning rowdiness. It meant I was surrounded by my babies who were bounding with abundant energy and good health. Thank you for the munchkin complaints at the dinner table last night. They meant we were blessed to sit down together as a family and that I have access to so many vegetables to nourish my family. Thank you for community. It means I am surrounded by inspiration. Thank you for the tears this morning when I walked down the stairs expecting to see a familiar fur baby face waking up, only to quickly be reminded that he is now watching from above. They mean I had many years of companionship and love walking through life with him. So much so, that my soul knows it's still here, even without my little buddy's physical presence. Thank you for the realization of previously avoided insecurities. They open me up to reflect and let go of expectations. They also help shape and guide my message and life's work. Thank you for life lessons. They mean that I am creating the space and curiosity to grow, regardless of my personal thoughts on the timing of their arrival. Thank you for warm cozy beds. They mean my family has a safe place to lay their heads each night, if only for short bursts through the night. And today above all, thank you. Thank you for coffee; sweet nectar of the gods, which after the aforementioned night of avoiding beds, makes today a physical possibility. Namaste. A hug is a handshake from the heart." ~ Author Unknown How will you express your gratitude? We are so grateful over here that even our vegetables are hugging! These hugging carrots pulled out of my garden yesterday morning...serendipitously pulled for Thanksgiving dinner! Today I am grateful for family; for scrumptiousness that nourishes my body; for a small patch of earth that (despite being sadly neglected this season) still provided a beautiful bounty; for coziness; for little giggles; and for tea in a mug. What are you grateful for? Happy Canadian Thanksgiving!
Namaste. |
AuthorI am a life mobilizer, yogini, teacher and coach, GROOVE goddess, Reiki practitioner, business owner/operator and above all a mumma of two bright, beautiful lights. I believe in people’s ability to exceed beyond their own limitations of themselves to live a life happier and more abundant life than ever thought possible! Archives
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