Earlier today I sat here before work. I took out my journal and reflected. I wrote blessings of love and my words expressed much gratitude that I began to cry. I think about these things daily, however reading the words on the page, deep emotional meaning surfaced and I was overwhelmed.
This is the time of year we have a chance to invite balance back into our life.
As I wrote, I let go of old stories that no longer serve me, because really, who wants to replay a story that no longer serves them? I know this will be a daily practice, the ‘old’ stories have been on replay for far too long.
I honoured the light and the dark that resides within me and acknowledged without both, it wouldn’t make for the beautiful raw and awakening growth. The journey is delicious.
I expressed forgiveness for others and most of all myself.
Once I had written pages and pages of words, I took my shoes off and nourished my feet in the earth. I walked back to the car with my journal and pen in one hand, boots in the other, inhaling the view with a deep seeded love and zest for my life. I want to honour and embrace all transitions, always. They are magical and I know very deeply, I don’t want to rush any part of my journey.