Reaching for peace within, embracing the practice of self-love, this gives her the strength and courage to burst into bloom once again.
I daydream of meditating for hours. Laying or sitting in silence. My body comfortable and my mind clear. My reality is I am a super busy momma/wife/solopreneur/student. There are things to be done of which I must do. So, I micro-meditate.
“Breathe in, Breathe out They say its all going down, yeah, all gone down But from your center you can see its just goin up and around”
Here’s a little tip from me to you: Don’t hold your breath.
I want to call my dad I want to call my dad on the phone I want to call my dad on the phone and tell him about
He was a simple man, his worldly belongings fit easily into two chairs of my badass minivan, consisting mostly of rocks, wood carvings, and feathers.
My hope for abundance hastened my judgement when I dug up
As Spring comes around again… Sprouts, having burst through, reaching, 2 arms to the sun Young Robin I see you as you keep an eye on everything and everyone Roots supple with what Earth gives in Spring
Dear Counselor, February marks a time when I am bombarded with ideas of love in the form of flowers, chocolates, teddy bears and all things Valentine’s Day. It is something I cannot escape and personally, being alone and wishing I had a partner this month sucks! Any suggestions?
The hour was late and the evening had been pleasant. Glad to be snuggling into bed, I pulled the blankets over my body but found no comfort or warmth in them, instead, I felt covered by a sudden sense of dread.