With the power of our mind, we can believe that a placebo is a miracle cure and make it so.
Every cell of our body is perfectly aware of our thoughts, feelings, and beliefs.
If the power of belief can cure ailments, think of the power it has over what you magnetize and attract?
Think of how you either empower or disempower yourself with your beliefs?
What we perceive, is what we will receive.
I’ve gotten used to the voice in my head, the mean girl who tells me I’m not good enough. Not thin enough. Not smart enough. Not financially stable enough. Not pretty enough. Not feminine enough. Not enough. There has been a perpetual bar in… Continue Reading “Introducing My Inner Voice”
There have been many endings in my life that initially felt cataclysmic. Not getting into the college I’d dreamed of attending. Break-ups with lovers that I’d believed would last forever. Jobs I’d applied for that seemed a perfect fit passed me over. All things… Continue Reading “It’s Just a Detour”
For me, it’s the ability to look at my faults, flaws, and areas in which I require and want to grow and actively look for ways in which to improve.
Our mind is a powerful tool, friend. We can sit and and ponder the intricacies of the universe, the inner workings of the human heart, and the deeper meaning of life itself. More often, though, we get caught in worry, planning, or any slew… Continue Reading “The Worrying Mind”
I have placed my self worth, like a gift, into the hands of others assuming that if someone else found me desirable, lovable, admirable, and attractive then that must be true.
Have you committed to perpetual growth, friend? The kind that has you striving for the kind of evolution that requires shedding again, and again, and again. A commitment to growth can come at a price, however. There will be people who cannot or will… Continue Reading “Brand New”
What struck me today was the importance of radical acceptance, of the ability of accurately seeing whatever lurks before and within me, and accepting it for what it is. Not dressing it up in niceties or false hope; but holding it in my arms, feeling it in my body, moving through it, and letting it go.
Friend, our existence is full of rules – all the shoulds – that never ending list of things that we’re supposed to do, or be, or have.
Gradually it begins to make us feel inadequate and lost. As though we’re wading into a pool teaming with razor sharp claws hell-bent on ripping us apart, pulling off all the hopes and dreams, the things seen as insubstantial, thus leaving us feeling small.
Everyone has their own story. The true human experience is full of sorrow, joy, and the boring bits in between. Omit one and you cheat yourself from being made.