21/08/2025
As I write this, it's my 48th year around the sun.
I'm listening to my body.
My intuition.
It's screaming let go.
Let go of control.
Let go of efforting.
Slow down.
Let things unfold.
Listen to the ache in your shoulders
Soften into the anxiety in your throat.
Don't wipe it out with sugar, caffiene, ni****ne.
Rest my dear.
Lay apon the grass
And breathe...
Soften your body.
Rest your mind.
Close your eyes.
Think of nothing.
Create space.
Allow inspiration to descend from the divine.
