Last November, I watched Elizabeth Gilbert’s SuperSoul talk, Flight of the Hummingbird. At the time, I had a well of passion burning in my heart that was not-so-patiently waiting to be unleashed with fury. These passions of mine were dying to live, yet I had no idea how to give them life. Liz’s words took that passionate drive within me and gave me the courage to curiously embark on my own flight.
As an Empath, I spent most of my life succumbing to the lower energies around me. I left events, parties and family functions with the life sucked out of more, or worse (sick to my stomach). I eventually subscribed to the idea that this is how life would be as a Highly Sensitive Person. I found myself retreating more and more from situations that left me susceptible to toxic, negative energies.
I may not have known about energy vibration or frequencies at the time, but the lower frequencies that go hand in hand with negativity, fear, judgement and resentment were dimming my light. I allowed this to happen although it certainly was not my intention to feel drained and lifeless after various situations.
We often go through life on autopilot without ever questioning our motivations. The beauty of life is we have the ability to shift gears into manual mode.
Manual mode is tough; the road is paved with unknown twists and turns and even bridges are missing that must be built.
Some people never turn on this mode because it is very tough to maneuver. With the option of auto, who would want to learn manual?
I am just tickled to be combining my passion for art with my new business venture.
This combination of pigment powders is a sneak peak of what is to come now that I have clarity around my true path.
Sometimes the Universe makes it evidently clear where you need to be; in my personal experience, I am always led to the ends of the earth that will bring me closer to my true self (even if those places are a short flight away).
There is a little-known town outside of Los Angeles called Ojai. The existence of this spiritual retreat remained unbeknownst to me until my lovely Airbnb host in Hawaii brought it to my awareness. As we discussed her past life career as a screenwriter, she mentioned a retreat where Hollywood writers would go to clear their mind and reconnect to their spiritual self (thereby giving their writing a major boost of creativity).
My sweet boy, Nova, has always been drawn to the sun; he has an uncanny ability to seek out light wherever it may be. His pastime of sunbathing reminds me of the lesson I have been working to master as of late: be the light.
Yesterday at CorePower, Aubrey set our intention of “be the light,” which I excitedly affirmed for my own practice. Not only do I strive to seek out the light in dark, troubling times, but I now choose to be a light unto those who cannot see it themselves.
I had the absolute blessing to visit Denver over the weekend, a city that is quickly capturing my heart (along with a certain Denverite).
We visited Core Power Yoga for a session that my body seemed to not be having; the Denver elevation made for little sleep the night before and we had a busy day of sightseeing by way of bicycle. Nonetheless, I went in with an open heart and a determined mind. An hour of child’s pose is better than no yoga at all.
As I walked along the park path, a giant, blackbird flew overhead. I have seen these hawk-sized creatures in another neighborhood park without the slightest clue as to what they were.
The bird landed on the roof peering over the park. A Mockingbird quickly flew to his side, flitting about playfully with a rambunctious spirit. I see Mockingbirds nearly every visit to the park, so I pondered the relationship to the blackbird. I had a hunch that this bird is not a crow given its gargantuan size.