It’s not in the mistakes that we make where our lessons have value, but in how we recover.
Recovery without backwards glances laced with accusations, excuses or judgment is growth. Growth is the ultimate form of healing.
Healing is recovery made good by grace, love, and kindness.
You are light. I am light.
You are happy. I am happy.
I see you — the vibrant, perfect energy that is you.
I don’t need you to have struggles in order to feed my stories.
You are loved. You will prosper.
You will release patterns that hurt you.
You are released from serving my insecurities.
Be free of the shackles of my faults, my fears, my challenges. They are not yours.
Thank you for carrying them, for holding onto them so dearly, but you no longer need to.
I don’t need them anymore and neither do you.
We can just exist in the pure and natural state of joy that we are…
no stories, no struggles…
just light and love.
I wonder what my days would be if I only engaged beliefs that fuel my natural state of peace and joy.
What if I stopped taking on beliefs that don’t serve me – beliefs others have about me or what I think they think?
What if I were to just be…perfectly imperfectly me…and to stop being a belief thief?
Stand in the forest and just listen. You will hear the trees singing. It’s a quiet song that floats on the breeze as they gently sway in the currents of the air. Their song says “I love you…for all that is you…no matter what comes with you into the forest.” The trees welcome you, happy to have you there, just as you are.
Carry the kindness of the trees with you as you move through the jungle of life. Welcome all, just as it is. Then, feel the joy rise up in you that comes from this unconditional love. Feel the joy of being a tree swaying in the breeze, singing songs of love.
It’s the gnarled bark
the splintered edges
and the twisted growth
that craft the greatest character.
Receive every moment in your today as the perfect next ingredient in creating the one-of-a-kind, divinely delicious, cocktail that is you.
What if the darkest times, the largest struggles, and the greatest grief were treated as gold, jewels, and trinkets? A treasure box shoved deep down underneath brings richness, bright and full of promise when opened. Shadows that no longer remain hidden sparkle with hope, prosperity, and joy when realized as buried treasure.
