When in unpredictable times, in a culture steeped in artificial feelings, I want to cultivate a natural gratitude. One that’s healthy, organic, authentic and alive. A calming gratitude that swaddles me in grace when I’m least expecting it—or like a fresh appreciation breathing life back into an aging body. A timely gratitude I forgot I really needed, like a long-lost answer to a prayer uttered since before I can remember, now coming home to welcoming arms to be embraced. Don’t let me be enticed by faux thankfulness that covers up and disguises my true state of being, or one that’s pushed or forced into place, or the kind where we’re conditioned to maintain a perpetually thankful attitude so that we’re blinded to wake-up calls, red flags, or warnings forecasting danger or abuse. Real gratitude is better, swelling up from within and brimming over the sides of your heart of hearts, spilling out to soothe the worried places. Journal it, if you care to, and le...
My writing is inspired by my vivid dreams, my divine connection, my active imagination, my twin flame bond, and reflections on my daily life. Empowering women who are recovering from abuse and guiding souls through their spiritual awakening. May these words guide you to reclaim your voice, your heart, and your divine purpose.