What happens when the collective spiritual dream ends, your identity dissolves, and you realize you were the ground beneath your own feet the whole time
Ahhh yes... I'm in the swamp, Dea, and longer than I would have liked. I'm having a difficult time seeing myself out of it but I suspect it's because I'm still resisting....thank you naming it all so beautifully!
Ahh yes… the swamp, sticky, sacred, and wiser than it looks. 💛 Just the fact that you see the resistance means something deep is already loosening. Honored to be walking beside you through the mud. We don’t have to rush out… just keep breathing through. 🌿
Gorgeous 🥰 “Presence without role. Being without purpose”
Ahh, that one came through quiet and bare… I’m so glad it found you. 🌿
"You’re walking around your own life like a confused extra on the wrong movie set."
You are not surprised, are you ? - I am loving it !
Know that - been there.
But this one - oh my god, this is perfect:
"you were the ground beneath your feet the whole time"
thank you
Another really great piece, Dea. Thank you.
Received with a full heart. Grateful we’re meeting in these words. 🌿
Remembering who the F... I... AM...💪✨️🙏 Thank you Dea
Ahh yes… that flame in your chest just stood up taller. Felt it. With you in that holy recall. 💪✨
“I create my reality, so everything is my fault.” DANG! Never looked at it from this angle before...
That shift… soft and seismic. You caught it. 💛
I have now! 🙏🏽
Love it! You always hit the nail right on the head Dea 🛠 ✨️
Haha, maybe I just hold the nail, and it’s your clarity that does the hammering. 🛠💛 So glad we keep striking truth together!
Igualmente😁
Ahhh yes... I'm in the swamp, Dea, and longer than I would have liked. I'm having a difficult time seeing myself out of it but I suspect it's because I'm still resisting....thank you naming it all so beautifully!
Ahh yes… the swamp, sticky, sacred, and wiser than it looks. 💛 Just the fact that you see the resistance means something deep is already loosening. Honored to be walking beside you through the mud. We don’t have to rush out… just keep breathing through. 🌿