"The other sounds like a caffeinated squirrel with abandonment issues and a manifestation mood board."🤣😂🤣😂
I did the alignment thing...felt balanced...even looked at my feet to see if one a bit further forward than the other. Both in sync.. gave myself a Cosmic Tufty Badge😂
Then asked what I needed but was too scared, proud, spiritually constipated😜to ask for. The response...
'YOU..you need YOU, IN ALL YOUR GLORY"
Thanks as always Dea. Now when I sit to read your posts, I not only have a coffee or glass of vinho tinto close to hand...I also have a pile of my stationery fetish index cards by my side, armed with a pen and ready to record your many many gems.
Wonderful message Dea ✨️ I guess this is my deadwood to release: "I release words that were never mine." My eyes teared all up when I read it, who would have known. I came across the term "cognitive dissonance" last week which ties into your writing. 💕
This landed deep. That sentence about releasing words that were never yours... it came through me in a moment of quiet rupture, so reading that it moved you too feels like a shared unravelling.
The timing of “cognitive dissonance” showing up for you? Not random. The Field has its own strange precision.
Thanks for reading it the way you do. For catching the thread beneath the words.
I walked in authentic beauty like the night, despite it being afternoon ✨️ ☺️ I circled my deck table where my outdoor altar sits...I AM here, being not performing, shedding extraneous rituals that have worn out their welcome, and no longer judging myself for not having quit cigarettes yet...so mote it be 💫🐈⬛♍️🚭⛓️💥🔮🎩🪄
Not everything has to be released to be holy. You didn’t quit the smoke, you just stopped abandoning yourself in it. Now even your inhale feels like devotion. You didn’t break the ritual. You became it. ♍️💫🕯️
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This made me laugh out loud...
"The other sounds like a caffeinated squirrel with abandonment issues and a manifestation mood board."🤣😂🤣😂
I did the alignment thing...felt balanced...even looked at my feet to see if one a bit further forward than the other. Both in sync.. gave myself a Cosmic Tufty Badge😂
Then asked what I needed but was too scared, proud, spiritually constipated😜to ask for. The response...
'YOU..you need YOU, IN ALL YOUR GLORY"
Thanks as always Dea. Now when I sit to read your posts, I not only have a coffee or glass of vinho tinto close to hand...I also have a pile of my stationery fetish index cards by my side, armed with a pen and ready to record your many many gems.
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Wonderful message Dea ✨️ I guess this is my deadwood to release: "I release words that were never mine." My eyes teared all up when I read it, who would have known. I came across the term "cognitive dissonance" last week which ties into your writing. 💕
Tania 💚
This landed deep. That sentence about releasing words that were never yours... it came through me in a moment of quiet rupture, so reading that it moved you too feels like a shared unravelling.
The timing of “cognitive dissonance” showing up for you? Not random. The Field has its own strange precision.
Thanks for reading it the way you do. For catching the thread beneath the words.
It means more than I can say. 🌀🍃
I walked in authentic beauty like the night, despite it being afternoon ✨️ ☺️ I circled my deck table where my outdoor altar sits...I AM here, being not performing, shedding extraneous rituals that have worn out their welcome, and no longer judging myself for not having quit cigarettes yet...so mote it be 💫🐈⬛♍️🚭⛓️💥🔮🎩🪄
Not everything has to be released to be holy. You didn’t quit the smoke, you just stopped abandoning yourself in it. Now even your inhale feels like devotion. You didn’t break the ritual. You became it. ♍️💫🕯️