It ‘s almost here. It’ s almost that beat when the planet goes dark, way dark and then before we know it…it doesn ‘t feel like night all the time. But it’ s this place, this floating place as we glide into the shortest day, the longest
Can you feel the shift?
There is something subtle this time of year that makes all my senses tingle. Makes me feel the edges that want to soften. Makes me remember those who I ‘ve lost and want to say a prayer for. Makes me breathe deeply and pull in the sweet scent the falling leaves offer. This thinning veil makes me whimsical.
Can you feel the shift? It’
It ‘s just like death to make you remember what needs to be remembered….
There was a light hidden deep within me that Louise Hay dragged out of me.
There was a time when the concept of self love was as foreign to me as speaking Latin. There was a time when I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was wrong, bad, stupid, worthless, unlovable and you can add any other shadow feeling to that list and I promise it was inside me.
I had proof. High proof. It was incontrovertible in fact. I could argue and explain why I knew this to be true until there was no time left in the universe.
And then I bought her book. I don’ t know why. It jumped out in front of me. You can heal your life…it said. I didn ‘t believe her, but still there was this voice down deep inside me…softer than the rest, which urged me forward.
I got home and started reading. My darkest thoughts and feelings were there on the pages. I felt seen. Heard. Listened to. Acknowledged. And it was just a book. A tiny blue book.
And then she asked me to write down the top five things I felt I should do. I did it. She said to change that should to “Could”. I did that. And some piece of ice inside me melted…just a little.
She told me to get a mirror and look at my eyes and tell myself I loved myself and was perfect the way I am.
I got the mirror.
I couldn’ t do it.
I was so ashamed. I realized it was the root of my