Karilyn Owens
Six Month Check-up: Cultivate

For the last week, Caterpillars kept showing up in or outside my apartment. This conspicuous sign arrived around the time I got the sense my soul required cocooning. My word of the year had seemingly sent my system into a shocking need for inner cultivation—especially after I fell backward into old habits for comfort and consolation to my painful grief and depression.

Six Month Check-up: Cultivate
Karilyn Owens
Word of the Year: Cultivate

In the past, I have had words find me — in a serendipitous manner with a lace of intuition. This year was no exception as my favorite poet and artist, Morgan Harper Nichols, created an Instagram Reel of suggested words for the year. A screenshot determined my word this year, but I am certain it was meant for me (even if it were a millisecond between my word and another.)

Word of the Year: Cultivate
Karilyn Owens
Fear of Future

I was clouded with so many fearful thoughts of the future, the what-ifs and I can’ts and worry-mixed-with-doubt. It was hard to gain clarity and even find out the truth in God’s sight: what is the best decision and next-right-thing? If only I could see through the fear, I pondered; what would that feel like? A sigh of relief, a breath of fresh air, and peace? Likely all of the above.

Fear of Future
Karilyn Owens
The Discernment Process

Discernment is a tool in our spiritual arsenal – one of the Holy Spirit gifts to us. It guides us to the will of God, which is to say the best possible outcome for us.

The Discernment Process
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Karilyn Owens
Word of the Year: Blossom

This year I choose blossom as my Word because it represents my intention to grow from the roots I planted as a new creation in Christ (2 Corinthians 5) and build back what was broken through the vehicle of relationship.

Word of the Year: Blossom

How to Trust in Miracles

What are you afraid of? What are you truly fearful of that holds you back? As I have consciously become aware of the insidious role of fear in my life, my ability to face and then eliminate those limited sets of beliefs has grown tremendously.

But when setting fear aside, faith must enter in the void that our limiting thoughts pervade our minds. Faith may be my single favorite topic to teach on simply because it is the precursor to each and every miracle in my life.

When fear and trepidation permeated my being last month, I surrendered my life to God and released the ironclad grip I held onto that prevented Grace from entering my life's circumstances.

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Building a Solid Spiritual Foundation

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As I approached a tree that I have passed endless times before, a whisper called to me saying, "Sit and stay awhile." The dogs were happily chewing away on grass, so I sat upon the cement bed that encircled the base of the tree. This tree has caught my intrigue in the past, but I never stopped long enough to ponder the cause behind this intrigue until a few weeks ago; I noticed that the embankment that encircles the tree has been cracked by the power of the tree's roots. This wondrous force of nature to break through cement in order to expand its roots is actually a perfect metaphor for spiritual truth.

Until today, I never connected the roots as a metaphor, because I didn't allow my intrigue to grow from intellectual curiosity to wondrous insight. Just last night, my angels sent a message to spend ample time in nature, not just because it reboots my mind and spirit, but because it can also supply creative ideas (which blossom into powerful spiritual growth).

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My Backwards Journey to Finding Self Love

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My search for love last year inadvertently sent me on a mission to turn my search inward to discover my own self. It allowed me to return to love, because I have come to understand that we cannot truly love others in the way they deserve to be loved until we fully love ourselves.

My journey to find love truly became a journey to find myself, and the love I held in my heart all along. By choosing to give my heart to others and find that sense of love and worth through them, I was robbing myself of the Divine gift of self love (and simultaneously removing the chance for my beloved to be truly loved unconditionally).

How I Found My Sacred Song

My spiritual awakening has quite literally taken flight the past three weeks. Birds have been interacting with me to the degree that I know something significant is transpiring; somehow they are here to deliver messages, but what? I struggled as to what the meaning might be, but as I often do, I chose to surrender this to Spirit by asking for the answers to be revealed to me. And then I put it out of my mind and let go.

Within a few days, I visited my mom aka the "crazy bird lady." I began to tell her about my grey bird friend who persistently sang varied melodies to me. I added that he has a white stripe on his/her wings, and that was enough for her to proclaim: "That's a mockingbird!"