I was skeptical of loving people and I actually thought it was kind of gross.

Early in my spiritual journey I remember someone saying to me “You can’t feel our love can you?”

And I couldn’t.

She told me loving me was like pouring water on concrete.

It was said in a way that I really got it.

The walls were sealed shut.

I was on the outside and my heart was locked in.

Every single thing I teach is the path I know of how to get back in, unlock the door , disarm the booby traps , reconnect with your heart, and source and remember who we are so that we can be a walking embodiment of creation.

That’s it.

That is what I do.

I live and I share my own journey.

The person I was dreamed in a deep fantasy of the life I have now, but it was like being in the upside down world of Stranger Things.

I could dream it with my mind.

I could not fathom what it would feel like.

And that woman was incapable…

Let me say that again

INCAPABLE

Of receiving and living in the deep richness of love and joy that is my life today

She would have rejected it, killed it, smothered it, destroyed it or abandoned it.

Did I say incapable?

The path is long and slow.

Every day we chip away At patterns, untruths, places that need love and attention

Sometimes we have to drown in the excrement that needs to come out on our way to love

Sometimes we cause harm

Sometimes we flail and fail and feel like it’s fucking groundhogs day

Sometimes it feels like nothing has changed

But one day it starts to click

And pop

And the tide turns

And all the practice and attention

And getting knocked down ten times

But getting up eleven

Suddenly pays off

And we get to an open pasture after year of being in the thick bush only to say Hallelujah!

And then you have to build everything

From this fresh place

I can’t even believe how much love is in my heart

It blew apart my identity because former me thought this would most definitely have ruined her brand

Loving? Gross.

She would be eye rolling.

But the part of her I’m so grateful for was her resilience

Her threshold for pain

For never giving up or looking back

She took all the hits

Every blow

And she died on her sword when it was time for her to finally go

I feel the residue sometimes

Like when someone’s stuff is around after the died

I can feel the deep grooves where patterns once lived but I have the power to choose differently

To love differently

I have the most beautiful loving people around me now.

The best kinds of friends.

There is joy in my heart

There is love in my life

There is laughter in my heart

We journey together to help each other remember.

✨🙏🏻✨

I was skeptical of loving people and I actually thought it was kind of gross.

Early in my spiritual journey I remember someone saying to me “You can’t feel our love can you?”

And I couldn’t.

She told me loving me was like pouring water on concrete.

It was said in a way that I really got it.

The walls were sealed shut.

I was on the outside and my heart was locked in.

Every single thing I teach is the path I know of how to get back in, unlock the door , disarm the booby traps , reconnect with your heart, and source and remember who we are so that we can be a walking embodiment of creation.

That’s it.

That is what I do.

I live and I share my own journey.

The person I was dreamed in a deep fantasy of the life I have now, but it was like being in the upside down world of Stranger Things.

I could dream it with my mind.

I could not fathom what it would feel like.

And that woman was incapable…

Let me say that again

INCAPABLE

Of receiving and living in the deep richness of love and joy that is my life today

She would have rejected it, killed it, smothered it, destroyed it or abandoned it.

Did I say incapable?

The path is long and slow.

Every day we chip away At patterns, untruths, places that need love and attention

Sometimes we have to drown in the excrement that needs to come out on our way to love

Sometimes we cause harm

Sometimes we flail and fail and feel like it’s fucking groundhogs day

Sometimes it feels like nothing has changed

But one day it starts to click

And pop

And the tide turns

And all the practice and attention

And getting knocked down ten times

But getting up eleven

Suddenly pays off

And we get to an open pasture after year of being in the thick bush only to say Hallelujah!

And then you have to build everything

From this fresh place

I can’t even believe how much love is in my heart

It blew apart my identity because former me thought this would most definitely have ruined her brand

Loving? Gross.

She would be eye rolling.

But the part of her I’m so grateful for was her resilience

Her threshold for pain

For never giving up or looking back

She took all the hits

Every blow

And she died on her sword when it was time for her to finally go

I feel the residue sometimes

Like when someone’s stuff is around after the died

I can feel the deep grooves where patterns once lived but I have the power to choose differently

To love differently

I have the most beautiful loving people around me now.

The best kinds of friends.

There is joy in my heart

There is love in my life

There is laughter in my heart

We journey together to help each other remember.

✨🙏🏻✨