This fence was torn apart by the destructive forces of Hurricane Irma to reveal the stunning majesty that lies within. I’ve discovered that sometimes pain comes into our life to tear open the walls we built to protect ourselves so we can share our beauty with the world again. While certainly painful, I have great gratitude for those painful times. Other times we do the work to learn to love ourselves more... tearing down the wall of lies that contains us to allow our hearts to be able to finally expand and share the unique song your heart sings... not just a few lines. May you let your heart become so big that the walls that were built out of...
On our grateful walk at the Sugarloaf bridge,I offered gratitude for the courage to leave the well worn pathways of my mindto plunge intothe unexplored beauty of my heart.I’ve discovered my mind had become an unhealthy servant tofollowing belief pathways that I was taught and not that I had created.Built from fear,these pathways built outside of the heartwere taught to me to keep me “safe” from the darkness of this worldnot to teach me to free me from it.The irony of it is leaving the heartis what causes the darkness of the worldand in me following alongon fearful pathwaysI was led into my own shadows.In an effort to find a way out of my darkness,I followed artificial lightsthat offer ways...
On our grateful walk,as we encountered lizards, cats, crabs, birds, and beesthat are often on our path,I became overcome by the thoughtof how little I know about the world.I had no idea what the name ofthe tiny, white crab smaller than a dime was,why Bella was unafraid of the land crab bearing his claws,why the egret was fluffing his feathers and wingsor who had walked before me on the paththat Bella was free to runand joyfully explore.The wisdom of this humblenessled me back into a world of wonderwhere I experience life as it isbefore judging it.I realized I had unintentionally cut off the world of wonderas walls were created around my heartby the weight of the stories of the pastand...
On our grateful walk, I took notice of my critical voice. For the first time, I allowed myself to sit with her in compassion. From this perspective, I became aware of why I still entertained her presence as this voice feels she can give me something to do to feel safe, liked and loved. My critical voice judges my appearance according to model standards yet that is not my profession and has nothing to do with what I find truly beautiful in someone. While I can appreciate the wrapping, it is the gifts on the inside that holds true beauty to me. My critical voice has judged my worth according to my bank account and materialistic possessions yet I’ve discovered...
