Why my traumatic wake-up call was enough for us all.
A rude awakening taught me to savor everything. And I mean everything. It happened 19 years ago, leaving a watermark over my life. Leaving an imprint on my family. Branding my mind and heart with the words, BE HERE NOW.
I’m sharing this with you to save you some time, and maybe even some suffering.
If this quote sounds morbid, then you haven’t met your soulmate yet:
“You are born alone and die alone.”
The word alone holds powerful energy. It’s gotten a negative rap. But for me, it’s undergoing a fortunate twist of fate. Maybe it is for the world at large too, one soulmate finder at a time.
We enter into the world a soul in a single body. Alone.
There is a place inside
that is still
In the swirling loudness
of our thoughts
we lose touch
with that stillness
I want to document everything.
Each moment is worthy of a snapshot.
Each though encapsulates a world.
Each person speaks volumes
in the silent space
between their words.
of stories --
like ocean waves
within their eyes.
I want to document everything --
Trees speak volumes
without speaking at all.
I walk among them
when I’m overthinking my life.
I rub my fingers along their
Maybe you’re doing enough. Maybe every action you take is the right action for your soul.
Over three years ago I made one of the biggest decisions of my adult life: I let go of my small business and I enrolled in graduate school. My fearful self told me I was signing up for years of debt, nonstop work — aka more stress. I chose to shift careers at the age of 37. A single parent. A self employed yoga and mindfulness instructor. A budding self-help writer,on her way to being one of Elephant Journal’s featured writers. Creativity-wise, I was swimming freely in the pool of my soul’s deepest dreams. I wasn’t making a ton of money, but I was content — maybe even what some might call happy.
I’d spent over a decade “doing the work” — going within and peeling away layers of old, stuck, limiting and life-sucking beliefs.
Sometimes a wave of anxiety washes over me — and she floods into my consciousness.
I can feel her, calling my name or crying after she’s fallen, bruising her knee on her dad’s hardwood floor.
And when she comes back to me a few days later she shows me her bruise and tells me she fell and I say, I know, I was there with you. I felt you fall. I sent you a BIG big hug, did you feel it?
Soul Writer. Single Mama. Life ponderer. Nature Lover. Therapist. Introvert. HSP & Empath. Life is my playground and each day a blank canvas.