I let go.
I allow myself to flourish.
I pull all the weeds from around my insides.
I breathe again.
And with every exhale I blow it all away.
Into the universe.
Where it can no longer be found.
Getting lost behind the clouds.
Behind the stars.
I’m free now.
I let go.
Weeding out my past.
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There are moments where I sit and write and whatever flows out becomes something of its own. I want to make a toast to everything that’s been good to me, that’s shown me who I am even in conflict and discomfort. This is me. A work in progress, a never-ending process.
Continuously work on yourself even if the reality is uncomfortable….
Sit and rest in the soil.
Ground your feet in its moisture.
Allow your feet to dig into nature’s peace.
Feel the soil in your palm, feel its natural stillness. Watch as each chunk of soil crumbles in your hand then back on the ground.
Hear your breath sync with the natural rhythm of the air. Each in and out breath recycled.
Sit and rest on the soil.
Notice your position to the trees above you. Notice how to be. Notice the enlightened realness of simply existing.
Rest in the roots of nature’s natural medicine.
Feel the peace radiate out of the earth.
You are worthy of life, of love, of compassion, of truth, of fulfillment. Your heart lies the universe. Everything that is in you is of greatness and of depth. No matter how much you struggle, remind yourself how much you have inside of you. You have great power in you.