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 It is a bird song filled morning. The sun is streaming through the leaves of the birch tree and the temperature is oh so perfect at 70 degrees. I’m sipping on my most favorite of morning drinks ~ a dark coffee with a splash of cream adorned with cinnamon, cardamon, and some local honey. My dog is lounging on her couch and I’m chilling on my bright turquoise adirondack surrounded by green plants on my little porch. The breeze is sampling its breath upon my cheek. And just minutes before, I was brushed by my lovers lips and my meditation cushion had her time with me. Life is full with so much beauty.
And yet. Here I sit. Trying to figure (trivial) shit out.
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 This is the stillness of winter that my soul longs for. The type of day where I give myself the utmost permission to listen. The sun is brilliant on my face as I sit in the coziest of leather chairs wrapped in the softest of blankets.
My love just left the warm house to face the Minnesota cold after we talked about all the amazing dreams that have flooded me over the past couple nights. There has been an incessant beckoning for me to receive the messages that the great universe has been sending me. I have been in creative overdrive…what do I write, do, say, act on next? But, I know the answers are not hard to discover if I open the windows of reception to the messages all around me… …not literally today with the thermometer reading 5 below…but you know what I mean. I ask & allow the messages to enter my dreams. The wisdom also floats my way from books, movies, nature, animals, and even conversations overheard standing in line at Target. As I receive all of this guidance, there is still at times a cognitive volleyball game of “I can do this myself” to “I welcome and need your help”. To “I got this one” to “I allow myself to receive guidance”. You see I am a redhead power pitta chick who has been in successful life training for many years. But on days like this my soul reminds me that it is not about success or outcome, it is about creating what my soul wants to express. For when I create from that place, I feel comfort even at 5 below. |
Wendy BillieInternational yoga instructor, Shamanic Practitioner, life coach, and more! SubscribeCategories
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