Hello, soft heart. I love you.

January's days were full up with friendship, family, work, laughter, love, and also tears, resentment, fear, self pity, and plenty of self doubt. I don't think I am the only one who has felt catapulted into 2019 with full force.  I called a lot into being in 2018. There is a lot on the horizon, taking shape, beginning to bear fruit. So far, it has felt like a shake-up. There are big things in store this year and I can feel it. It requires courage, action, and the willingness to step into myself. It requires surrender and faith. But surrender can feel like falling. The space between today and tomorrow, between each step--that space of uncertainty-- can feel like an eternity. It is beautiful and terrifying all at once, of course, and sometimes my scared mind and tender heart take a while to catch up to the creative force and powerful voice I am working hard to set free. 

I am trying to meet myself with compassion. With love. With a soft voice and a gentle touch. It is okay to be scared. It is okay to feel tender. It is okay to be tired. Go towards love. Walk towards God. You know the way. You hold the light. 

So perhaps this is also a year of compassion. Of tender-heartedness. Of softness towards ourselves and others. A year of turning with love and care towards that scared, small voice inside that is yearning to be heard. A year of learning to embrace and protect her, give her the love the she needs, tend the garden of our hearts so that she can bloom.

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Healing Love

Coming home to the truth of who you really are.
Standing firm in the beauty of your big, bright, beautiful heart.
Coming to believe that the Divine Love living inside you could be the love you have been looking for your whole life. 
Treating yourself as though that were true.
As though your story matters. (It does.)
As though people needed to hear it. (They do.)
As though your voice could move mountains. (It can.)
As though everything you have ever been looking for - all the love you crave - could be found right inside you. (IT CAN.)


Time to take the lid off.

It is Saturday and we are five days into this new year. In Cape Town, it is summer and the city is buzzing. Beginnings and endings everywhere. The wide open energy of sunshine, of beach days and blue sky - the shedding of winter skin as we dance excitedly and anxiously through the season and into the new year. 

Like many, I am not really one for resolutions. But I have to admit to some belief in and appreciation for the power that comes from honest self reflection and from the opportunity to commit to letting go of the past and using our creative imaginations to look ahead towards the future. I believe in intention, in commitment, in action, and in faith. 

2018 was a lot of things, but perhaps above all else it was a year of discovery. Many times it felt as though I was walking in darkness with only enough light to make it another step. The amazing thing is that I kept walking. The amazing thing is that there was always enough light. The amazing thing is that I learned the power and wisdom of my own inner guide. I learned to listen close. I learned to trust what I heard. I learned to trust where the light would lead me.

On the eve of the new year one of my teachers asked me, “What would happen if you took the lid off? What would happen if you refused to stay small? What would it be like if you gave yourself everything you need  to be the biggest, brightest, truest version of yourself?” 

The answer: my heart would sing. I would not be weighed down by the deep knowing that there is some divine dream I am too scared to realise. I would no longer be saddled with that heavy load. I would be free. 

So here is to a 2019 filled with the loudness of who we really are. Filled to the brim with the beauty of our powerful, purposeful voices. Overflowing with the love we have to share, our invaluable gifts, and our stories that matter. Here is to a year devoted to the magic that happens when we grab hold of who we truly are, the women we have always been.

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