I journeyed deep into the forgotten parts. Deep into the nightmare. It felt like choking on memories. It felt like I didn’t know which way was up anymore, so I just let it take me. And it was horrible, and
And I am here in a beautiful place laying down these words like breadcrumbs for you, and it’s alright for me, isn’t it? Because I am in a beautiful place. And maybe you are not, so the words become distorted a little, lose some of their punch.
Are you diving into your gratitude, your joy? And do you float or sink in it?
Everyone preaches self-love, but no-one seems to tell us how to practise it. In this article I want to talk about 5 simple, practical ways to do just that.
You with those eyes that can see so deep into souls. You who can explode with light from those wounded places. You who can touch a truth that lies beyond words. With your presence, you sanctify. Who you Are is enough, it is more than enough. Who you Are is perfection. Immortalised divinity. You are shining steel forged in the fire of your suffering, and you have suffered, and you remain.