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I didn’t take a photo today. I’ve been taking a photo every day, as per the recommendation of Little Stories of Your Life but today I didn’t, and I don’t feel drawn to take one just to fill in the space of this post. That seems inauthentic to me. Every other photo was born out
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Today is “one of those days.” Everyone in the house is healing, yet again – this time from the sniffles of weather changing 20 degrees in difference in 24 hours – with sniffles and fuzzy, clouded heads. I always get sick after having a Reiki clearing and I think it’s the final “detox” of the
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Another nap, another moment at the keys. I must remember the intrinsic purpose of this task: a reignition within my spirit of my passion and ultimate purpose with writing, and a moment to tune into myself and dedicate a moment solely to myself so I am better for my son when he Awakens. And it
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Another day, another nap, another moment where I am dedicated space to sit at my computer and write. Write without expectation, without direction, and without performative need for approval. I am here, I am present, I am writing. This is enough. What I love about living in the mountains is that it feels like you
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Even though I am spiritually Attuned and clairaudiently able to receive and communicate knowledge presented to me from Source, when it comes to knowing me and understanding me, sometimes it’s hard to tune in and get the answers I need. I am of the belief that spiritual healers need spiritual healers just like a car
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For me, selecting a mug for my morning cup of coffee is a meditative act. I collect mugs; or, as I see them – little memories of joyful moments. And infused within each of these mugs are the emotional and spiritual energetic lingering of those moments. They are fractals of my experiences, pieces of pleasure
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Early hours of the morning. I am the only one truly awake – as per usual when we, as a family, take things slow. I heard my son stir thirty minutes ago, and it shook me completely out of my ability to return to the calm corners of sleep, sure he was ready to begin
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I’ve been inspired by a new book I’ve added to my collection recently. I don’t even know how I stumbled upon this book. I’m a mood reader by nature and the mood I’m currently in is a beautifully intertwined one. I went down a rabbit hole of recommended titles through parenting, nature, nurturing your spiritual
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Blessings Awakened Mamas, In the vast realm of human experience, there exists a treasure trove of wisdom and solace waiting to be unearthed – the world of literature. Bibliotherapy, the art of using books as a therapeutic tool, offers a unique and transformative pathway to personal growth and spiritual enrichment. Imagine a warm, inviting library
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It was definitely not the kind of conversation I expected when I read the title – and it was filled with unethical and dangerous dogmatism.
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