tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28923206777550979012024-03-13T02:19:29.104-07:00Whimsical & ExistingWhimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-16298638169273652572022-07-15T07:21:00.003-07:002022-07-15T07:21:45.417-07:00birthday ceremony & reclamation of love<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB51z8SUZSw68beDozeYqsZGXSzVNZuGRkO8t6-EOnwkOvlMjfkAovyXFFFC8Wl5P6lnCv8OWLDoxAtpFYB09lHF7JMjQoYS3K95Sd2jzj_rEPhZMeYdgKRY2NtDbwpv7QbZRo2q2K3oBEYfrtUubRQF_wTksaMqx0sOgGFCwUrtmWDx7wF_-_Bk9L/s6000/DSC06109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB51z8SUZSw68beDozeYqsZGXSzVNZuGRkO8t6-EOnwkOvlMjfkAovyXFFFC8Wl5P6lnCv8OWLDoxAtpFYB09lHF7JMjQoYS3K95Sd2jzj_rEPhZMeYdgKRY2NtDbwpv7QbZRo2q2K3oBEYfrtUubRQF_wTksaMqx0sOgGFCwUrtmWDx7wF_-_Bk9L/w426-h640/DSC06109.JPG" width="426" /></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">To be honored.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">To be celebrated.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">To be seen and loved fully as the goddess I am.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">To feel love so immensely.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">To me is the ultimate way to commemorate another year alive.</span></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyohgBBmB6q4fYVrnGFk-YWiPUqLEVbGsolynqI1c1-h9GO-9NBAm_fP_r0II6Z77Rm7tkwYnZ32vtm7llr2azR2djPk7xkXmtUSDP8mb4JOUYhWSKBT59DCCZQYP_qYoN3qd0oc725I5B9WgJUg9SbVVSNghqftOyqvI1qxEFFlZaoit4V0BBfEV6/s6000/DSC06076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyohgBBmB6q4fYVrnGFk-YWiPUqLEVbGsolynqI1c1-h9GO-9NBAm_fP_r0II6Z77Rm7tkwYnZ32vtm7llr2azR2djPk7xkXmtUSDP8mb4JOUYhWSKBT59DCCZQYP_qYoN3qd0oc725I5B9WgJUg9SbVVSNghqftOyqvI1qxEFFlZaoit4V0BBfEV6/w426-h640/DSC06076.JPG" width="426" /></a></div>My birthday is special to me. It’s a pivotal moment for me to look back in reflection and to move forward with even more fullness. To really receive all that this life has to offer. To be able to even celebrate is such a blessing and a privilege.</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd1ByCf9o2X5GOpEGIHBHP-RqfjcWikwJ9seB71xzyLeM5sbk_r33TdNizoG9bgBF7MgBIRX3eyuRWylqDveei-RczeA9vpNfXLRvs9wcl9EHe3fFpKe_HgxEWCIYyvYtlYXiJcvfr89Sr0RX4Qmpxy3yyeFJ8qYKllsk-OpXEqE3XZqBF33ZTvPCG/s6000/B066D3A8-39D7-49F3-9F2E-6302FDA13EEC.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd1ByCf9o2X5GOpEGIHBHP-RqfjcWikwJ9seB71xzyLeM5sbk_r33TdNizoG9bgBF7MgBIRX3eyuRWylqDveei-RczeA9vpNfXLRvs9wcl9EHe3fFpKe_HgxEWCIYyvYtlYXiJcvfr89Sr0RX4Qmpxy3yyeFJ8qYKllsk-OpXEqE3XZqBF33ZTvPCG/w426-h640/B066D3A8-39D7-49F3-9F2E-6302FDA13EEC.jpeg" width="426" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Two years ago on my 30th birthday, I found out about the passing of my cousin Rami. It was devastating and the deepest grief I’ve ever visited thus far. Months after I fell into a deep depression. It was many things all piled up and I couldn’t see outside of the dark cave that I had allowed myself to sit in for some time. I’m not new to depression but this was depths I had never made a home in before and had settled my soul into. Fully believing at that time that life wasn’t worth living. As I write this, I have tears flowing down my face at the remembering of how hard and scary it felt. How then it felt like I would never escape the thought of ending this existence. But I did! <br /></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqwV_UYrLCbpzgcoDU5TIlS1uvzkikR4SKXYo7CLha6kFhAMnL_85jumVvXPVVe_Angc58H7gLziFSEMx2jTDYfFV1PtOvBnq_EqTBp65wYpXJEU5QSZ7ktDs3oc9Ja4Q1CX1s8BuB74BXurcRhvbXct3twI9cZ30EkdTL2j-GbMqjppNT9iMWcNc/s6000/DSC06099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqwV_UYrLCbpzgcoDU5TIlS1uvzkikR4SKXYo7CLha6kFhAMnL_85jumVvXPVVe_Angc58H7gLziFSEMx2jTDYfFV1PtOvBnq_EqTBp65wYpXJEU5QSZ7ktDs3oc9Ja4Q1CX1s8BuB74BXurcRhvbXct3twI9cZ30EkdTL2j-GbMqjppNT9iMWcNc/w640-h426/DSC06099.JPG" width="640" /></a></div></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I climbed out. I did SO much healing work to understand and release what weighed me down so much. I continued to show up for myself, every single day. To face the darkness and the reasons I felt so low. It isn’t easy to heal. It is brutal. It is also not a singular path from depression to joy. It’s a whole ass journey to get there. To be able to live in that space of gratitude and acceptance</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOqAzpZU4XvEuId5x87OuMiGTzXqSAM7yFKZJXvbAgeeOh638MZI5rdL5h22w3ZFZfVGYnTJRyLaSIbIfsGl0Ee6q-HPmKFaTBBONFoPXNhvCc9B7G7kGTbKbYY_5yB0-P48ELOw2Pb6XNyAvV4UuByZSf_BZSI_kTRN6-b3gZs8IA1TZhvamlfB-/s4032/IMG_5438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOqAzpZU4XvEuId5x87OuMiGTzXqSAM7yFKZJXvbAgeeOh638MZI5rdL5h22w3ZFZfVGYnTJRyLaSIbIfsGl0Ee6q-HPmKFaTBBONFoPXNhvCc9B7G7kGTbKbYY_5yB0-P48ELOw2Pb6XNyAvV4UuByZSf_BZSI_kTRN6-b3gZs8IA1TZhvamlfB-/w480-h640/IMG_5438.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">A year after his passing I wanted to leave that day open to any possible sadness I may have felt. I didn’t feel called to celebrate my birthday. It almost felt wrong to be in joy, on the day that he left us. That day I spent the night with my cousin (his sister) laughing and catching up until the morning hours of the next day. It was still joy filled, as well as a tribute to him. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsUv0x-foQyUXM59fCf_mhycH9CS8_nG9cDP3PSyYBEZF42wD9zAuQLC82KQ4464kjhEknryFN18eCtKlfUQYRJxZ90VELfRGiVmNXMjT_gG57munn5eXzYbYXkHP1lyhca2aRRjoYl4HQw7Y3zuVRd1Fyc1KgN3bpSMb_HtGhreIPnkAxDJLWAEQZ/s4032/IMG_5396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsUv0x-foQyUXM59fCf_mhycH9CS8_nG9cDP3PSyYBEZF42wD9zAuQLC82KQ4464kjhEknryFN18eCtKlfUQYRJxZ90VELfRGiVmNXMjT_gG57munn5eXzYbYXkHP1lyhca2aRRjoYl4HQw7Y3zuVRd1Fyc1KgN3bpSMb_HtGhreIPnkAxDJLWAEQZ/w480-h640/IMG_5396.JPG" width="480" /></a></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">As this birthday was approaching I knew it was time. </span><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">After these 2 years of active healing and dedication to loving myself more. </span><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I knew that I wanted to honor me. </span><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">To be surrounded by those I love. </span><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I wanted a ceremony to claim all of who I am, to myself. </span><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I wrote vows. Vows to honor me and fully trust and believe in myself. </span><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">To continue loving myself so fiercely and unapologetically.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZcteYXLtyjko3GG-SnruuJvBg7Vu5lxVmV8zAGPgb8rPjWYNd_CM__wNMKdTfBfJp4T2tB7xlreB9eZxW7YKHbo8-stARaYeJ_5VsMNSbODxDugCpfx6iXZK3N3t-Jftr-ZV3t4NsoOggQfhlLvkIGw_Rq76-hcU2BfuP24zn79lbWX9Yz_Y5EZw/s6000/DSC05948.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZcteYXLtyjko3GG-SnruuJvBg7Vu5lxVmV8zAGPgb8rPjWYNd_CM__wNMKdTfBfJp4T2tB7xlreB9eZxW7YKHbo8-stARaYeJ_5VsMNSbODxDugCpfx6iXZK3N3t-Jftr-ZV3t4NsoOggQfhlLvkIGw_Rq76-hcU2BfuP24zn79lbWX9Yz_Y5EZw/w640-h426/DSC05948.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">We gathered on the morning before my birthday at the beach. We set up an altar created by all the things we felt called to bring with us. I read the vows out loud. My soul sisters spoke their words of love to me. Hand on my heart I received all of it. I allowed myself to open to the beaming light that radiates from me.</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyusiCrbwC0Qd_0QczaOcLN04QWw4OHWBxR6stWbGAcuqDFm2FOrWwqkIcCGKoTv8-iKrEOj89F31kaBXKZe7CEq01UtNNK7PXO6diw_jU6E9KJjuIJkEdJBL2qE4Tz1pB22CYbDgwzQpxXvYLW_Q8Pz07iBvnOz5vQPz8WAHh4rQCC-GQSFxDM3X_/s4032/IMG_5419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyusiCrbwC0Qd_0QczaOcLN04QWw4OHWBxR6stWbGAcuqDFm2FOrWwqkIcCGKoTv8-iKrEOj89F31kaBXKZe7CEq01UtNNK7PXO6diw_jU6E9KJjuIJkEdJBL2qE4Tz1pB22CYbDgwzQpxXvYLW_Q8Pz07iBvnOz5vQPz8WAHh4rQCC-GQSFxDM3X_/w480-h640/IMG_5419.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">When I stood up and looked at them all sitting, in full awe and disbelief of how it all unfolded with such beautiful intention. I was told “this is a reflection of the work you’ve done”. I felt that. Because in these moments I feel so seen, heard and understood. So greatly supported by the circle of women I am around and so valued for the love I give.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9l8Exh_1k65RwSDzxhlvgLZ3_51MJOXR2tI08ueG6NcSaJURO0A3DycziJJAToAFFIqxgcHzsQG27GhGauqUk9Rp7DiZKhUJrVrPZEgzpMiMn25j5ecGj1x_Yg5AlWevAmoBqvlpGz7472Hc_qka5XIl7s_ckZ4BCkjozQXDnWMbdxRVN1-5P7enL/s4032/IMG_5418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9l8Exh_1k65RwSDzxhlvgLZ3_51MJOXR2tI08ueG6NcSaJURO0A3DycziJJAToAFFIqxgcHzsQG27GhGauqUk9Rp7DiZKhUJrVrPZEgzpMiMn25j5ecGj1x_Yg5AlWevAmoBqvlpGz7472Hc_qka5XIl7s_ckZ4BCkjozQXDnWMbdxRVN1-5P7enL/w480-h640/IMG_5418.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">We sipped elixirs. Frolicked in the water. Loved on one another. </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">We laughed. We shared. We ate fruits. We painted together, using no tools and only ourselves and what we could find. </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">We cleansed each other using our crystal bowls and pouring over each crown to clear and expand it even further.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw4rQWguIMKkgy2fjvUBlAbr8p22kp4pvOAe_9DNfmVu_sd7Psv8gm4nO6duPiR5PPfnVZDkToIgS5hrTvMJXUjlOCIabdRTcjWptipUBRPEzYyzJn0uQaUeLW3jlP7vva_2xHOUtvFANrQzcenSzVlCLIPMinhAlZwxqAhtqOoSrxohyj4v4405M1/s4032/IMG_5416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw4rQWguIMKkgy2fjvUBlAbr8p22kp4pvOAe_9DNfmVu_sd7Psv8gm4nO6duPiR5PPfnVZDkToIgS5hrTvMJXUjlOCIabdRTcjWptipUBRPEzYyzJn0uQaUeLW3jlP7vva_2xHOUtvFANrQzcenSzVlCLIPMinhAlZwxqAhtqOoSrxohyj4v4405M1/w480-h640/IMG_5416.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">As I floated in the water, I was showered with rose petals that had come from a bouquet that my dad gifted my mom for their 34th anniversary. Love roses all around me as my two closest sisters continued to rain more upon me. It felt like a dream. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4zGrcUCAAkwCtfGVrxW9gTAoGW-d070VSXFKnSesL5u_4g57tcgooi-zQ6NX4MPbHmAQ_j7REjGgwYFiffTmN0oqmCHnCnqpIIE4w6ZYEMpRDxTTtwd2JX1ds01tb_Y0530ffCaDrr-m1DDeAnToBxuxdWn98hKxyeJ4qHa2K3lF0tuj7_K6C607l/s6000/2A06BE2B-6FB4-4A55-9D68-319ACA09ACF0.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4zGrcUCAAkwCtfGVrxW9gTAoGW-d070VSXFKnSesL5u_4g57tcgooi-zQ6NX4MPbHmAQ_j7REjGgwYFiffTmN0oqmCHnCnqpIIE4w6ZYEMpRDxTTtwd2JX1ds01tb_Y0530ffCaDrr-m1DDeAnToBxuxdWn98hKxyeJ4qHa2K3lF0tuj7_K6C607l/w640-h426/2A06BE2B-6FB4-4A55-9D68-319ACA09ACF0.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">These moments are what I wished for. </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">To be around others that are like minded and open to all the odd things and simple joys I appreciate.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">We celebrated me in the most fairy like way, in a portal that we created together. </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Adorned in roses. </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Floating atop the water being supported by sisters. </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Loved with all the love languages.</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEB_K1uoG8Ia-bDksy2DlyYjJibxODON4nbjYVMYTpkARW4QIttALmrtBXo2ayq0fEI7ucd4aLyooSfh0s_Jf3g9fu5tM6UuFlB-naVO0xoz5ydHjkzl2TZKsbutzjQSJ1FDjLiKGB56BvMLFxGiqhvnR3l5yo1q3pBJU5Dtfhk-7nM9cU6jAaeOQX/s6000/D4C7BC9B-9BCD-4FBF-8B6F-CEB706E7623B.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEB_K1uoG8Ia-bDksy2DlyYjJibxODON4nbjYVMYTpkARW4QIttALmrtBXo2ayq0fEI7ucd4aLyooSfh0s_Jf3g9fu5tM6UuFlB-naVO0xoz5ydHjkzl2TZKsbutzjQSJ1FDjLiKGB56BvMLFxGiqhvnR3l5yo1q3pBJU5Dtfhk-7nM9cU6jAaeOQX/w640-h426/D4C7BC9B-9BCD-4FBF-8B6F-CEB706E7623B.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I’m beaming still. </span><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Because I have finally realized,</span><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">It is a gift to be me. </span><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">It’s a blessing to live another year.</span><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">To love another year. </span><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">It is so special to be able to celebrate another year alive. To gather with your friends to commemorate another trip around the sun. To go forward with even more vigor and passion and love.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUJ_7nXCAWxEXduYzqaD2YsyQOfm3ofenTRUG92n0_IULptPxzJcwYiNNg9Mhcm3eFkH4WCghf6vHBHOy8bkt78Q40mqKJlbqQOIgn0Dfoi6_urFsfJfg1uuKu2CaSBknHFMaIkLqKN78mjx-2KHphoJbWtUdt4un1d5RaeNBC1r-furn_YpY0e4r7/s4032/IMG_5454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUJ_7nXCAWxEXduYzqaD2YsyQOfm3ofenTRUG92n0_IULptPxzJcwYiNNg9Mhcm3eFkH4WCghf6vHBHOy8bkt78Q40mqKJlbqQOIgn0Dfoi6_urFsfJfg1uuKu2CaSBknHFMaIkLqKN78mjx-2KHphoJbWtUdt4un1d5RaeNBC1r-furn_YpY0e4r7/w300-h400/IMG_5454.JPG" width="300" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLVRGmxutk9RcLiIajoLR4mv9p5HjzJWLFUWIr2NViC1XPbPCYTSb5BGjbQVe-KC7N-VbOwZRaz5KH_LhSLcB-FHjoJfpVzZXnX0U9MK1dqoEgSR-x15vHts_ZWsB4eWmAydsy1H0M9p5WTd0lGimMRZWusSRTY8o6yzht-0PS1EIBn-p_LTmHuWw/s4032/IMG_5451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLVRGmxutk9RcLiIajoLR4mv9p5HjzJWLFUWIr2NViC1XPbPCYTSb5BGjbQVe-KC7N-VbOwZRaz5KH_LhSLcB-FHjoJfpVzZXnX0U9MK1dqoEgSR-x15vHts_ZWsB4eWmAydsy1H0M9p5WTd0lGimMRZWusSRTY8o6yzht-0PS1EIBn-p_LTmHuWw/w300-h400/IMG_5451.JPG" width="300" /></a></div></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">My cousin communicated to me before I made my birthday plans, “you need to celebrate your birthday, it would be silly of you not to”. He doesn’t want me to be sad anymore.<br />He was joy. He would want us all living in that joy.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTEIcDPCYNHFvLpUIdZ22ZwEzRC7F1iH5L51lrU5JvvYBPgTF5TWSnY97JejZbptAm1Pkm4IGYXceUJVEQIB5OsGJRhIQn3lmPmtwnmAfVk-m9fP4_FnAA7l9S3CJbgF_u-IzmRBBJVmnfKtbqo-XXBMCcLuMKQxdGEexd04DxMg-lxgzCiSIeFsWi/s4032/IMG_5444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTEIcDPCYNHFvLpUIdZ22ZwEzRC7F1iH5L51lrU5JvvYBPgTF5TWSnY97JejZbptAm1Pkm4IGYXceUJVEQIB5OsGJRhIQn3lmPmtwnmAfVk-m9fP4_FnAA7l9S3CJbgF_u-IzmRBBJVmnfKtbqo-XXBMCcLuMKQxdGEexd04DxMg-lxgzCiSIeFsWi/w480-h640/IMG_5444.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">So here is to healing deeper.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Loving grander.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Appreciating more.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Beaming brighter.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I live and love with intention.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I breathe and experience through each breath.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I am love. I am love. I am love.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG0ghOSEMRWdKVtQ_quWwdRdJGaFhYBCDuJDjBzMyDVkKeAYuFQpGT9qJh7Zu0pj04buZn6uVFVUzjYpmP_OFwBDFUU7r9osfTeTZek2smysx9MZJhUifVVxG-sLeEIDKM20pfKqum24Wl8YrksY_ZBN8akv6he_z0eRS82Bm3m-9ZveiTH6W4QYiD/s6000/DSC06054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG0ghOSEMRWdKVtQ_quWwdRdJGaFhYBCDuJDjBzMyDVkKeAYuFQpGT9qJh7Zu0pj04buZn6uVFVUzjYpmP_OFwBDFUU7r9osfTeTZek2smysx9MZJhUifVVxG-sLeEIDKM20pfKqum24Wl8YrksY_ZBN8akv6he_z0eRS82Bm3m-9ZveiTH6W4QYiD/w426-h640/DSC06054.JPG" width="426" /></a></div>Whimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-13364899016277481722021-05-11T20:20:00.003-07:002021-05-11T20:22:03.919-07:00 long lasting & fulfilling joy || healing in Costa<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirlOqEpsDcNShWa59n3Tc-LkCmAW1LOhbwfLDsWaW5rCBVPnHmZ7_wSW1ExKkTXILlJ_r0hFASOs85J4jtjlXh9C4yEJykSpE-38fJTAEQ2_4Mt299IRh-x4skDf8Gc-Ru7EN1J1eISXY/s4032/IMG_2753.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirlOqEpsDcNShWa59n3Tc-LkCmAW1LOhbwfLDsWaW5rCBVPnHmZ7_wSW1ExKkTXILlJ_r0hFASOs85J4jtjlXh9C4yEJykSpE-38fJTAEQ2_4Mt299IRh-x4skDf8Gc-Ru7EN1J1eISXY/w480-h640/IMG_2753.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div>Every time I return I remember how gorgeous and free I feel in the rainforest. <br /><br />Free in my body, free in my heart, & free in my soul. <br />Open & raw, expressive & intuitive, fully being. <br /><br />I thrive in the tropics. Eating the fruits, lounging in the shade of the palm trees, and embracing the waves as my body floats upon them.Costa Rica has been a place of deep healing for me. My soul has been slowly calling me to go ever since the wildness of 2020 began, but I knew I had to be patient to spend time with mother nature in the way I knew I needed to.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTlFnlq-FgTj7gdt7nAcWOKxcWTmzIxXxGIEE3u53xQdnkslESlk3lGcusJlbHYb80WgeqZxf4WPHO9arOHL8BLza3uEXvqELRdmF3P0DoxCBF-wOcPBAYhHY9TymY_n0K8KM3kwlnxac/s4032/PXL_20210407_174301846.PORTRAIT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTlFnlq-FgTj7gdt7nAcWOKxcWTmzIxXxGIEE3u53xQdnkslESlk3lGcusJlbHYb80WgeqZxf4WPHO9arOHL8BLza3uEXvqELRdmF3P0DoxCBF-wOcPBAYhHY9TymY_n0K8KM3kwlnxac/w480-h640/PXL_20210407_174301846.PORTRAIT.jpg" width="480" /></a></div></span><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">I needed deep healing. A deeper understanding of what brought me joy, to open myself up again. After what has felt like a long heavy scary time, I had become so used to the groundhog days and same scenery. It slowly made me go mad honestly and the darkness that ensued terrified me and those around me. I went so far in that it just became dreary in that isolation. Slowly I stopped reaching out to friends and the weight of my worries would consume my days and have me spiraling to the point I couldn’t get or stay up for long periods of time. My practices felt futile and disconnected. I just was. I hated it. Not feeling like myself and feeling so lost with what to do to return to my being, I just did what I could with the energy I had. But that energy was so limited at the bottom of the hole. Very little reception or sense could be made when the lenses I had on were so dark. Felt as if I was reaching while in a constant state of falling. With no desire to share this bleak outlook, I avoided calls and texts; which after some time makes things actually worse. For the calls and texts are coming from people that care and want to support you in any way they can. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyopCOAdLtBQVKEmwJmCT6uJ3JRk9B5SkqpJtVPgqebH28FEwufNrlQNQOfQYoeYpe4_6uQiHwp6euy5gKtWmXXApDsxE_2Mu2tAk5AlLAy9bkEEQ_9wLDMzPmGeA22PlJ0XXzVEiob9k/s4032/IMG_2898.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyopCOAdLtBQVKEmwJmCT6uJ3JRk9B5SkqpJtVPgqebH28FEwufNrlQNQOfQYoeYpe4_6uQiHwp6euy5gKtWmXXApDsxE_2Mu2tAk5AlLAy9bkEEQ_9wLDMzPmGeA22PlJ0XXzVEiob9k/w480-h640/IMG_2898.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">As a person who is used to holding space for others, I felt at the time that the same wouldn’t be reciprocated when I needed it. That was the ego speaking over love. That fearful voice of not feeling deserving of love had become a prominent voice on a loud intercom inside, drowning out the light. It enjoyed drudging up past pains to reminisce, dwell and obsess on. Almost as if a dementor had a hold on my mind and wanted my concentration on the bleak darkness of what was, instead of being present to what is and could possibly be. For I have a loving family, caring friends, a safe home and ability to do what I need to survive; yet in the mess of it all I couldn’t even take a deep breath without my heart racing trying to push passed this moment. It was so thick that only sleep could save me from myself. <br /><br />What I needed more than anything, was a change of scenery to get me out of the stuck loop and the ability to see what is possible.</span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLngB5nqevsPyZ1EPK-ghj7puKOrVb_7lvIrecb0FPjUl_IJIDE1JKDsZKKP2H2uKkJnSWew2PbYB6yAqlVG2QCEIwNSapX8lVeN3j76Lp3DaRS8AuXgKIb1UUZwcPjJJLJyzTK-MrmOA/s2048/PXL_20210409_170431748_Original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLngB5nqevsPyZ1EPK-ghj7puKOrVb_7lvIrecb0FPjUl_IJIDE1JKDsZKKP2H2uKkJnSWew2PbYB6yAqlVG2QCEIwNSapX8lVeN3j76Lp3DaRS8AuXgKIb1UUZwcPjJJLJyzTK-MrmOA/w480-h640/PXL_20210409_170431748_Original.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">When my longest time friend and closest sister invited me to join her in one of the most magical places I have ever been to heal, I took a leap and trusted in the divine timing of the universe and the guidance provided to me. This was exactly what I had been waiting for. </span><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Apprehension of traveling because it had been SO long came up. But once preparing and noticing that that was just a fear based out of the unknown and trusting in what was in my control for safety and comfort, I took off on a month-long trip to Costa Rica.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">We traveled along the Pacific side beginning in Manuel Antonio and then making home in Uvita. Nature was the main element of each day. We discovered waterfalls to cleanse in. Beach spots to witness epic sunsets and dance freely at. Women who held beautiful space to open and share. The days unfolded and I began slowly feeling more free in my body. </span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv7_TQPdAi23HDzxYuOFI_8IlFR9kzsujPotcag7W3Z8vyxYxVw-pCmzYW0W9yMZfgRq1dVSpWLV_eAsfIzPTiULNmnk6iWjeBnJwWJqYXGRyO7IVSwJt7IdjCM4crFGDwQStwGF_0saE/s4032/IMG_2794.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv7_TQPdAi23HDzxYuOFI_8IlFR9kzsujPotcag7W3Z8vyxYxVw-pCmzYW0W9yMZfgRq1dVSpWLV_eAsfIzPTiULNmnk6iWjeBnJwWJqYXGRyO7IVSwJt7IdjCM4crFGDwQStwGF_0saE/w480-h640/IMG_2794.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The peace and ease I feel in, on and near water. The expansion I began to notice as I danced more, sang more, and expressed myself fully. My mind had gone from tumultuous strong tides whipping me from side to side, to this stillness in my soul as the weight of darkness lifted and I could float upon the peace of the waves. All those lows and the practices that helped me get through, allowed these highs to feel even grander and fuller. To have even more appreciation for I knew I went through the darkest parts of my soul, giving grace and compassion and breathing through it even when my sadness took the reins. Just like surfing, and life, I had to ride those gnarly lows and get smacked over and over by the waves, to ride the intense highs and find the balance where I am. With peace and joy in my body and immense gratitude for my journey. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">No longer will I give energy to that which dims or limits my light. Going through darkness allows more appreciation and expansion for the light. For we need both to realize this full existence. We need both to devote our trust to love for ourselves. Making self care and love a ritual. Make this existence so sacred that you are a disciple to your very being and gifts. Play more, create more, move your body and breath.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwjPnrx8Xu16BzexFMjk6cQe4HxEr6llHI_6fZHhGAit-EEs6-FI4nPMbTf8bbxPHxh867uXrGqTiPghvmSLmiBfKYWgDIonm_KY4Vc89P887WVv69C1If62bHpdlMRZlwijfZlwy4Jec/s2048/PXL_20210418_233332650.PORTRAIT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwjPnrx8Xu16BzexFMjk6cQe4HxEr6llHI_6fZHhGAit-EEs6-FI4nPMbTf8bbxPHxh867uXrGqTiPghvmSLmiBfKYWgDIonm_KY4Vc89P887WVv69C1If62bHpdlMRZlwijfZlwy4Jec/w480-h640/PXL_20210418_233332650.PORTRAIT.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">It hasn’t been easy. A lot of loss, shedding, and releasing. Yet I feel lighter and more open with love to share. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Sending it out to all those in this universe that need it the most. I see you. I can feel the pain you’ve gone through. Be sure to hold space for it to come through and learn deeper what it is you desire. As old patterns and habits come up, be ready to purge those parts that are no longer in alignment with the frequency you are vibrating at. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i><b>You are your own healer. You are your greatest gift. </b></i></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Check in on your friends. They may not be sharing all they are going through. See how you can support those you care for. Even by being an ear for them to flow out what is weighing on them. Be sure to fill your cup first though. You can never give from an empty cup. Your overflow and full presence when you’re able to hold that space has more power and ability to help. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Living from a space of immense and eternal gratitude, for long lasting and fulfilling joy.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioC3oRwOYn5Y8JzQ1DZKwJ8qNqH337-1j1W3LhGdnUlXuu3hJmM8fyilqwCsfUpEZuSwYgs_2PVkt-Xlun6Gu4uEitry0zOzehgnA6MIatd_a_w78WlE19l2wDZrJhPu1PaX_L6G0A0h0/s2048/IMG_3128.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioC3oRwOYn5Y8JzQ1DZKwJ8qNqH337-1j1W3LhGdnUlXuu3hJmM8fyilqwCsfUpEZuSwYgs_2PVkt-Xlun6Gu4uEitry0zOzehgnA6MIatd_a_w78WlE19l2wDZrJhPu1PaX_L6G0A0h0/w480-h640/IMG_3128.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div></div></div>Whimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-14927712192868621412020-10-02T15:14:00.002-07:002020-10-03T18:17:28.230-07:00Radiating Being<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij13gr2e6RVT4JJ3wv_EStE1TGo87uzm2qFZ5oGc4GD6INrVXT-KxwXzU813-eHKMAOcC_t5W7wUdU7cKOltF7hvicHcT07K9crneWg7mba24K0Mr6IfWQfgBZuNzIewAmoJw-1Izl-VE/s2048/IMG_5341.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij13gr2e6RVT4JJ3wv_EStE1TGo87uzm2qFZ5oGc4GD6INrVXT-KxwXzU813-eHKMAOcC_t5W7wUdU7cKOltF7hvicHcT07K9crneWg7mba24K0Mr6IfWQfgBZuNzIewAmoJw-1Izl-VE/w480-h640/IMG_5341.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>It has been a heavy year, with so much change, shifts and grief being felt. Cycles have been ending and truths have been revealed. We are also noticing our behaviors, fears and habits that aren’t for our highest good. It’s been a continuous season letting go and releasing. I trimmed my branches from the root so that I may to grow even bigger. Releasing those branches with love, knowing it will allow me to become and expand fuller. <br /><br />I’ve been hiding from all the socials for a while. Been busy feeling, processing and living my experience without sharing it to the inter webs. Except last week. Last week, I activated them to share and be vulnerable. To open up about something I felt called to do. <br /><br />Last Friday I had my head shaved by one of my dad’s patients; standing in solidarity with children battling cancer. The ripple effect that occurred was quick! The wave of connections my story made with many others affirmed the passion I felt when I was led to this decision.<br /><br />My father has treated so many children with cancer and blood disorders and I’ve witnessed their battles of the disease at such a young age. My entire upbringing was watching him be a hero saving lives. <br /><br />When children and their parents receive the news of having being diagnosed with cancer, nothing from that point is their choice. They didn’t choose to be sick. They have to let go of all conceptions of their life before, so that they may give all their energy to overcoming. They have to fight a battle. They are warriors now trying to live a life that most take for granted.<br /><br />Many of us don’t fully appreciate the choices in freedom we have. The choices in our health and taking care of our souls. <br /><br />I had the ability to choose this and go forward to try to bring more awareness to cancer, hair and what it all means to me. <br /><br />I made the decision two weeks before the event. Once I decided, I knew it had to be done. The anticipation during that time allowed me to feel more into it and to embrace my curls even MORE FULLY (which I didn’t know was even possible). Feeling the power my curls provided around my face and how much it had grown and formed through the seasons as I evolved. As a child I was fed the image of perfection and beauty as blonde straight hair, as most women are. I didn’t understand then that beauty existed in all forms. It took seasons to stop damaging my hair to let my curls form naturally. These past few years my curls have made me feel more me. Embracing how Lebanese they made me look, how much I resembled my mother, and the women before me. <br /><br />As women, we have used hair to define us. It is something we have used to shield ourselves from the world. To feel beautiful, confident and strong. But what happens when we don’t have it any longer?<br /><br />I cannot speak for all but letting go of my hair has shown me that I am able to embody my full being without the need of that shield. It feels natural when I look in the mirror. Seeing my truest self; looking back at me. The new experiences and sensations of wind, water and sun upon my crown are so stimulating. I feel liberated and free. <br /><br />So I will leave you with this. <br />Continue to stand in your power.<br />Continue to claim your authentic self and radiate more in your being.</span><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8DaPa72hJJlie87TTZeTym8qh8fS7TstSFzwConeXdqFr1wNeO0rDO_qDxfatgrWoRwCaOkRFjdu1oUgtrMk8g_cidPrP_QMythct-9x2tFI3Hr2SLyYb6rBeRbIyt3aYAq57rFjK4MI/s2048/DSC05017.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8DaPa72hJJlie87TTZeTym8qh8fS7TstSFzwConeXdqFr1wNeO0rDO_qDxfatgrWoRwCaOkRFjdu1oUgtrMk8g_cidPrP_QMythct-9x2tFI3Hr2SLyYb6rBeRbIyt3aYAq57rFjK4MI/w426-h640/DSC05017.jpeg" width="426" /></a></div></div>Whimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-74959892838111364342020-03-17T12:54:00.003-07:002020-03-17T12:54:28.584-07:00pause for us all on routine existing<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are humans. We are flawed, restless and going so quickly.<br />We are being given a massive pause to look at ourselves.<br />To see what we are doing with our time and energy.<br />Our daily distractions and stimulations of routine are removed.<br />To comprehend more of the space we take up.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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As a soul who has spent an immense amount of time alone, it’s not always easy.<br />Our habits become exemplified and our distractions increase.<br />Anything to not face what we have been avoiding doing.<br />It takes some time to hear our own voice again without the noise of the world.<br />Our fears, sadness and worries become consuming.<br />It becomes harder to recall what creates happiness.<br /><br />Remembering the ways we enjoy connecting with our own happiness is a full discovery.<br />Unplug to know what truly feels right to you without other’s opinions and influences.<br />Creations wanting be made have the power to bloom.<br />Clean, organize and cleanse all you’ve been ignoring.<br />Unshackle guilt of finally putting value on what and who you actually care about.<br />Root in your space, knowing all you need is within you.<br /><br />We can’t allow the daily massive swell of fear coming at us to wipe out our being.<br />We are ALL feeling the heaviness of uncertainty.<br />It’s an ebb and flow, moment to moment we are experiencing.<br />Presence has never felt more here than it does <u><b>now</b></u>.<br />It’s out of our hands.<br />Practice patience with yourself and those around you.<br />We will discover new ways of being.<br />We are being given permission to slow down, to go in.</span>Whimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-65739576668072175312019-07-02T11:12:00.004-07:002019-07-02T11:12:51.070-07:0028 & falling in love<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As I approach 29, I celebrate 3.5 years booze free. I celebrate coming into myself in the most powerful way. Feeling into my skin to stretch myself wide. Knowing the love that lives within the spaces of my body and my truest desire to exude it. Feeling into all the experiences that have molded me into my being. All the struggles that allowed me to embrace the darkness with the same compassion as the light. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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I received more clarity as I felt more into who I was. I gave myself permission to be full and to be whole. Allowing access to all parts of my being. I learned to feel full spectrums of emotions. To feel the depths of love, happiness & bliss, you must feel the opposite to appreciate the splendor of their gravity. Honoring difficult emotions by staying open to them and not suppressing what needs to be felt, allows them to shift and bring more room for sweetness. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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I fell in love with myself during my 28th year on this planet. <br />I also fell in love and fell. I fell hard and had to pick up all the pieces of my heart. <br />But I was able to realize the power of love. <br />I was able to hold the heaviness of my own heart. I held it in my bare hands looking at all the shadows I’ve been fearful of facing, and as it pulsed in between my fingers I learned the love I needed to give it. <br /><br />Heartbreak cuts you open to look at all the darkness poured out. The parts I never knew existed. I dove into the depths of my soul. Into the deepest sorrow to be able to feel even grander joy. I dredged the trenches of my heart to learn what the inside of it looks like. Removing barriers that held me from feeling love fully. From loving every single part of my being. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was able to feel into the space within me. To learn the value of what I needed to fill my soul with. As I felt my energy I gave it only what would expand my heart, mind and being. <br /><br />I began surrendering to my life by listening to all the messages it sends to me. Hearing when my soul craves connection and love. Fueling my vessel with nourishment and restoration. Be that delightful tastes from the earth, solitude or grounding in nature. Spending time barefoot in the dirt, wading my feet in running water and breathing in the fresh air as I wander to places familiar and new. Typically covered in mosquito bites, and bruises but fully living. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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As we continue down our path, somethings no longer feel aligned and it's okay to release them. All the hotdogs, booze and toxic humans from my past allowed me to feel the furthest from my center, so that I am able to embrace this real connected being now. <br /><br />As I evolved, as did all avenues of me. My practices changed with time and my creative force went through transformation. As time goes on we expand and need practices to connect that match the frequency we are vibrating on. Then souls come into your life that match your frequency, that are on the same wave length as you. You can feel it through the effortless flow of your souls connecting. The ease of communicating and understanding what each other’s hearts feel like. The inspiration they provide and the support they give you to be fully authentically yourself. For they believe in you as they see your light shine, and they reciprocate the love you radiate. I fell into deep connection with friends I adore and admire. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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I am a people admirer, I love connecting and learning about their individualistic selves. Discovering how we think, love, what we believe in and hope for. I am able to understand humans and love even deeper. We all search for and desire love. Perhaps we are looking too hard. Maybe it’s always been within. It’s all around. It radiates from your being when you connect with it. <br /><br />This year taught me about the power of my energy. How we are all bodies of energy vibrating. I focused on my alignment with my truth. Filling all spaces of me with love and harnessing my power. When you put energy into falling in love with yourself, you call people into your life who love you to the same degree. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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I flow into my body to give it the love it needs. Our bodies should be treated like palaces and they will respond with even more power when cherished. Movement has become my connection and healing this year. To release the energy that has been stored and awaken what has been dormant. My full self. A deeper breath of who my being is. Following my curiosities and taking leaps into exploration. Trying new forms of movement that intimidate me. Flexing belief and following intuition through it. <br /><br />I dove into the depths of my being to embrace the full existence of myself. <br />I want to be unconditional love as I continue in my journey on this earth. <br />Finding balance each day to come from a place of presence and gratitude. <br />To soften into my humanness and forgive myself for the moments I veer away. <br />I take intentional moves to be the energy in the room. <br />I am working on allowing my traumas to become my nirvanas. <br />Allowing my imagination to strengthen everyday with each belief into my whimsical existing.</span></div>
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Whimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-29564905689464659732019-06-04T07:28:00.002-07:002019-06-04T07:28:48.320-07:00fasting & feeling alive through Ramadan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have just concluded fasting for 27 days in a row. The longest consecutive amount of time I have accomplished. I fasted from sunrise to sunset. Abstaining from consuming water, food, and negative talk towards myself and others. <br /><br />It is part of my faith. It isn’t some weight loss fad that has become trendy through intermittent fasting. The holy month allows us to remove the distractions from our every day to be fully with our self to feel gratitude for the life we have. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Each Ramadan provides new lessons, clarity and gratitude in ways you never expect. It brings you closer to yourself and to love. Your mind is able to be cleansed as you quit bad habits and change your rituals. You feel lighter, more at peace and fully present. <br /><br />Feeling the moments of each day as they unfold can be intimidating at first because you have nothing to fill yourself with or distract. We are only given a certain amount of energy each day. We get to decide what we do with it, where we will allow our energy to flow and how to use the power we have. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Not being in your homeland during such a holy month of connection and deep-rooted love is more difficult. You are not able to hear the prayers echoing through the village. You don’t see the fast in everyone’s body, manners, and energy. You don’t have an entire country around you to relate to what you are feeling and going through. <br /><br />It becomes far more powerful of a connection with you and your higher self, when you don’t have the support of your country participating. Instead it’s time for you to thank God for the vessel you have to thrive in this world. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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You feel more love through you, giving more compassion to others and yourself. Being able to recognize how your body and mind feel without food and water for 20 hours as you go through your day. You feel more gratitude for what you have been blessed with and can understand deeper for others with less. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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You have to closely feel into your body to understand what it needs, and learn that it can do SO much with the energy you have. It doesn’t require much but we have been convinced that it needs everything before it can be satisfied or run properly. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Cravings and desires don’t last. They may feel strong as the long day starts. They feel like a strong pull persuading you of how badly you need it. But as the hours press on, your energy levels can only be given to things you truly care to think about. The pull to the distractions lessens. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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I taught 3 yoga classes each week, I continued training with my boxing coach and going for walks in the park. I didn’t limit my movement rituals for I know my body can improve as I realize the power of my mind more. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Your awareness intensifies <br />Self-control strengthens as you resist actions. <br />You decide where you want your energy to go to. <br />Flexing spiritual muscles as our faith grows stronger. <br />Through love, gratitude, prayer, breath and existence; we strengthen our faith muscle connecting to the universe. While restricting food and behavior through fasting, we are able to restructure our patterns and limit worldly desires to reinforce our ability to progress. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Instead of trying to fill, to rush, to push passed here; I am able to gather the richness and the inspiration of this existence. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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As I soften into my humanness with less mental distractions I realize I am my own loving guidance. Feeling unconditional love and forgiveness at my center. Taking the magnitude of each day with more intention to feel the fullness of all that we have. </span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our existence needs to be fully felt. <br />Feel your body. Hear only what it needs to be a loving energy source. <br />Thanking the universe, God, a higher source for all that is this life. <br />Aware of your body in space. <br />Aware of love emanating from your soul.</span></div>
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Whimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-12752351701026137402019-04-22T09:07:00.003-07:002019-04-22T09:08:09.910-07:00dear mother earth i'm sorry<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">To the ground we stand upon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We are all walking this path at this time together.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Mother Earth is trying to provide but she is hurting
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">To not allow the anger or sadness fill you so that you can
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Earth can only give as much as you give yourself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hold it tenderly to understand we are all souls feeling so
much.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Not paying attention to our bodies. Our temples.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Each soul battles with their story and their identity at different
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Whimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-64606365293445614262019-02-19T07:55:00.002-08:002019-02-19T07:55:40.595-08:00The Girl Who Cried Freedom<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Within the span of 8 months I’ve seen him perform twice. <br />My mind, heart and body were in two different places for each time. <br />Both stages were days filled with love and laughter. <br />Except this show I felt deeply within my heart. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This man from the UK sang of pain and from the dwelling of my heart at this moment, I could feel it. Looking directly at him as his words came from deep within his soul and filled the room. I planted my feet on the ground to be able to allow the music in. As my body filled with its power, my hand clutched my heart. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He was feeling his pain as he revived his heart to tell his story. <br />Using that honesty of his emotions to reveal his story. <br />The words seeped into my aching heart and it burst. My eyes filled with tears slowly. <br />As he felt, the entire room felt the rawness of his heartbreak. <br />He opened his heart to show it to this small intimate room in Orlando. <br />Feeling and hearing the words illuminating what I couldn’t describe deep within. <br />I felt a release. A spiritual connection and letting go during his performance. His art. <br />He looked at the audience with the lights on. <br />Thanked them for giving him their time, for time is so precious. <br /><br />Time is such a fascinating concept. The growth that happens as it passes by. <br />You don’t realize it until you are faced in similar surroundings or emotions. <br />The time to feel, to allow what needs to flow to come through. <br />As days pass, things begin to feel less. <br />As months go by, things feel differently. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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The first time I saw him was in Paris at a free concert that we happened to find ourselves at. I discovered him months before when his music reoccurred in my yoga playlist because of the power of his voice and the instrumentals. Seeing his name on the weekend festival flyer, I knew I was destined to see him perform live. It was outside in the sunshine and I felt the joy within his lyrics and his energy. For I was among my two girlfriends letting inspiration consume us. <br /><br />Music has this way of letting you feel emotions that you can’t truly convey. This understanding of your heart as you surrender to feeling it.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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I woke up the next morning with these lyrics echoing inside me. </div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b><i>“Oh, please be good to me</i></b></span></div>
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<b><i>Oh save my soul and lead me home</i></b></div>
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<b><i>I've been running for far too long</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Oh, please be good to me” </i></b></div>
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I surrender to this moment. </div>
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To not run anymore, but to feel.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>(All pictures taken by me in Paris, France July 2018, I was too present to take pictures at this last show)</i></span></div>
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Whimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-91954666160942047022019-01-16T11:19:00.004-08:002019-01-16T11:21:29.983-08:00empowered women empower women | found it in buti bliss<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We live in a time where sisterhood is at its strongest vibration. Where we can connect with women that allow us the space to grow and vibrate together. Women radiate when they feel positive and peaceful with who they are and they want those around them to feel the same. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b><i>Empowered women empower women. </i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">If we treated each other as equal and supported one another, we can all rise together. We waste too much energy feeling threatened by each other, when we can focus on uplifting one another. I worked in a primarily women corporate company. Each day I watched as insecure women rose to the top and used their authority to push those wanting to grow further into monotonous tasks and spaces not to speak. They would belittle and bully individuals below them. I knew it came from a place of unhappiness and lack of confidence. From a fear of losing their position and ability to control, they made sure to not teach for fear we could grow beyond. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">As hard as they tried, they couldn’t break me. I knew the strength I had. I had someone who sat by me and reminded me each day when she saw me down with passion and aggression “<i>you are better than this, you will rise</i>”. <br /><br />Within those same walls I found women that radiated and our connections were instantaneous. The experience provided me the closest and most supportive women, whose spirits motivated me and saw my potential when I didn’t feel fully there yet. <br /><br />Every week I would go to a Buti yoga class to be reminded of how women could empower each other. The studio always had their doors open wide to comfort me when I felt myself losing my shine. Each week we all stood in front of a mirror. </span><br />
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Women of every body type, age, and career path coming together to focus on giving their bodies self love. We allowed our bodies to move without rules or limits of how it should look. Releasing judgement towards ourselves and those around us. A power of women coming together. Raw, sweaty, & not perfect. Just being in their bodies to release grips we hold as women in our hearts. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Buti is Maharathi for a cure that has been hidden or kept secret. I felt each week I was awakening the truest form of me as I flowed in that class. <br /><br />After I quit and traveled the world for a few months, I missed the bliss I felt after the intense movement of the class. I missed the women and the energy I experienced. Yoga gave me peace of mind. Buti gave me an empowered, sexy feeling of union with women as a whole. </span><br />
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When I returned from my travels I became certified during an intense two day packed training. It pushed me to become more vulnerable and strengthen my power. Learning more about the practice revealed its influence it had on me and the room of women wanting to become teachers as well. <br /><br />This practice made me believe in women when I felt the most betrayed by them in my daily life. I love teaching it because of the awakening it could possibly provide others. But most of all, its so fun and empowering!<br /><br />My best friend said after I taught my first class “<i>doing Buti with friends is like having sex with friends in a platonic way. I am rooting for you! I look sexy! You look sexy! We doing this!</i>” </span><br />
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Whimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-27058751208135728422018-12-26T13:00:00.001-08:002018-12-26T13:00:18.479-08:00year of discovery | new year upon us<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This year has been a year of discovery. I realized that I haven’t wanted to share as much because I am realizing things on my own that I am not fully ready to express yet. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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My writing has become my solace in my journal. My creations and my art are therapy for my being. I feel connected to myself even more when I take time away from my computer and phone. I’m giving myself time. For feeling emotions, being in my body & dreaming with eyes wide open. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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I am learning to speak my truth and value myself in ways I never knew. <br />This year has taught me SO damn much. <br />Maybe one day I will tell you all about it. <br />It just doesn’t feel right for me to share yet. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Each person is different. Which means each discovery of self is different. <br />It is not linear. It is a journey. <br />The timing is their own. <br />It is no race. No rush. There doesn’t need to be force either. <br />But it is work towards your happiness. For your dreams and goals. <br />To release blocks within yourself that have kept you from FULLY loving. <br />From FULLY believing. <br />Becoming aware of habits and narratives that need change.<br />You have the capability to create your life. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Embrace each moment. <br />Especially during this week before the new year. <br />Take time to evaluate the growth this past year has provided you. <br />The learnings that have occurred throughout it. <br />Accept it. Accept all of it.<br />Forgive those that have hurt you. <br />Forgive yourself for mistakes or wrong turns you have made. <br />All of them. Every one. Led you here. <br />To this moment in your body approaching a brand new year. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Accept the past. <br />Accept the present. <br />Focus on what you want this new year to provide you. <br />Get clear. Connect with yourself to know the next steps to take.<br />No one knows. <br />Only you. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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I’m not hiding from the world. <br />I’m just being part of it more. <br />May I continue to be filled with love & happiness. <br />May I continue to be guided & trust my intuition. <br />Happy New Year!</span>Whimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-50331452582729039472018-11-13T14:07:00.000-08:002018-11-13T14:16:49.812-08:00Paris is not just for lovers | Together in Paris <div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I ended up staying in Paris for about a month, and was able to immerse myself fully into the heart of the city. Staying with someone who’s heart beats for me. She wanted me to see and experience all the things I love and could love. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Food from the earth, fish from the sea, freshest of flavors being combined for what my mouth has never experienced. Kendall guided my tastebuds to be able to feel happiness through my belly and into my entire body. For her culinary creations is her art. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She appreciates art in all forms and supports creation. Picking out ingredients in the market to create her masterpiece, seeing her eyes bolt from one ingredient to another as she sees all that she wants to add together. Watching her touch and smell to see what would work all together. Saying it all out loud to entice and excite. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It’s for solitude and learning to love yourself. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It’s for enjoying life fully and appreciating each moment you have. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The French sit by the Seine sipping in their evenings with friends. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">They appreciate their time and connections they have. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It’s the city of art and artists. Kendall’s friend came to visit her and arrived on my birthday. An artist, an empath and soon to realize once meeting destined friend. We had journeys that led us to be in Paris. </span><br />
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Artists wanting to discover more. We went to all the museums our heart desired to have our eyes stimulated with inspiration. Seeing art from all the masters who came to Paris to discover who they are. They painted this city to depict the way they saw and felt it. A place full of inspiration and creation, for me to discover who I am even more. Creating what I see and feel. </span><br />
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We three have an artistic understanding of the other. </div>
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Our art forms may not be the same but we appreciate seeing what the other likes.</div>
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I am meant to be here at this time with these two women. We have brought clarity to each other. Through tea sipping passionate rants, underwear dance parties, roaming art museums, and praising Beyoncé. </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We explored the city, tasting, hearing & seeing what this moment here is trying to show us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">All the amazing coincidences in our lives lead us to where we are now. </span></div>
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Together in Paris.</span></b></i></div>
</span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We brought clarity to one another. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We understood the passion and love felt. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We recognized each other’s pain and transformations of self. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Appreciating each variation of art we form individually. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> Revelatory connections with artists who want to express in food, art, clothing & life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">There was another friend who relocated her life to the city from home. My moon sister who had moved to Paris with her love. I got to witness her in a new element; in love and happy. Her joy to be in a new world, embracing and learning from it all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hearing about her journey from when we last saw each. Years ago, we were sitting on Sanibel watching the sunset. We never expected that when we reunited together, we would be celebrating each other’s birthdays and doing yoga in Luxembourg Garden. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Old friends, new friends, and all the growth of being together. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">There was many cosmic signs and moments. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I am lucky, insanely lucky & loved. I couldn’t have traveled all that I did for as long as I did if it wasn’t for those who housed, fed, and loved me for the past three months. I am back stateside but I’ve spent time digesting all that my body and soul have gone through across the 4 countries in 80 days. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">There were no prior plans. All that was known was Paris. Intuition and love led me to the next locations. Buying a one way ticket is pretty wild. Trusting in my gut to make such a large leap. It can be very unsettling, not having certainty if I made the right decision at times. Those moments didn’t last too long. Guidance appears to reveal what I need to experience. Being fully present to feel the direction, I was witnessing fully what I am meant to see. </span><br />
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Traveling can show you yourself in all those around you. The world mirrors you in the connections, situations and hearts you touch. It removes you from your routine, your surroundings and those you know. To reveal to you what you may not have been aware of to grow in completely different ways. The world is large, we are all entities experiencing life in the way we feel suited for us. </span><br />
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Traveling can leave you uncomfortable at times. I learned how to be okay with the uncertainty of my days. Being in a new place of lifestyles that you don’t understand. It can render you speechless and overwhelmed. You absorb all that is around, taking in all that your eyes can. Learning from all the people you see and come in contact with. Admiring different ways of living that you haven’t been able to witness Devouring all the different and the new. Listening to your body when there is too much stimulation. Taking in each day as it presented itself. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Whimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-88694572834354535822018-08-26T12:03:00.007-07:002018-08-26T12:04:33.561-07:00Where in the world is Natasha?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>Short answer: </b>I have made it to the motherland, Lebanon, after months of traveling through Europe. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /><b>Long answer: </b>I’m still working on processing how far I have come through it all. For I have transformed and learned far more than I ever expected to. Constant movement, being led where I’m meant to go, following the signs as they have led me. No plans and working on limiting expectations. <br /><br />Explorations of self, falling in love with the world and discovering who I am more as I let my soul and heart lead me. Adventure and learning through 4 countries. There has not been time to digest, and share everything with the world just yet because I’m still processing this journey of discovery. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">All roads and paths allow me to learn more about love, and to find home within places, people & situations. Home may not be a place, but instead home is where you feel the most alive and happy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b><i>“The pleasure we derive from journeys is perhaps dependent more on the mindset with which we travel than on the destination we travel to.”</i></b> <i>-Alain de Botton </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I have stayed true to myself and evolved along the way. At times I have felt like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. Following the signs and my heart as it directed me where to next. Traveling alone can be exhausting and not as fabulous as the world perceives. By the end of it all I will have traveled for 80 days, having loved ones meet me along the way. <br /><br />I will tell more about each adventure after I have had time to recharge in my home. I am fully present through what I am experiencing. No social media on my phone and lack of wifi has me feeling grounded exactly where I am. <br /><br /><i>Where in the world is Natasha?</i> She is with her mind, body & soul soaking up the Middle Eastern sun. Eating dates, figs and all the watermelon her heart desires. Touring the entire country to see all the Lebanese that are related to her (it’s A LOT). </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Until my next post, I’ll just be floating on through this adventure (at times a top the Mediterranean Sea).</span><br />
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Whimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-74890204096207334962018-07-03T06:56:00.003-07:002018-07-03T07:00:57.834-07:00happy birthday to me from Paris<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This is the least amount of loved ones around me on my birthday ever. I have always been surrounded by love ever since I was born. Summer time and July have always been a season to celebrate. My birthday comes the day before the independence of America so it has always been a large festivity and I typically make it a week long palooza of sorts. I plan for it for months ahead of time and end up being more stressed by the time it rolls around. But that doesn’t feel like me anymore. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We change. We evolve over time. Experiences, life, people, the journeys, they either change us or keep us stagnant. For me I continue to evolve into something different (like a Pokemon). Something more aligned to my truest self. I am finally letting myself be the person I’ve always secretly wanted to be. </span></div>
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I have sought solitude. Being alone allows me to feel, recharge, and go off into the world ready. Being in a foreign country is an entirely different form of feeling alone. Instead I am observing, absorbing & seeing how others love and live in all their forms. Witnessing all the love around me. A city so in love with love. I am loving just being in the moment. I love love. I love seeing it, hearing about it, and feeling it. Even just being around it and this city is full of it! Public displays of affection are everywhere. Full on make out sessions by the canals. Ass grabs walking down the street together. I may not have loved ones are all around me physically but I can feel the love from them. As I read words sent from the states to me here. I can feel love afar consume my body. I don’t feel alone at all. </div>
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Now I am on the other side of the world. Celebrating life, love & myself. I feel calm and at peace. As I celebrate my 28th trip around the sun, I am going to trust myself from now on. For I am love. Life, love, and inspiration all comes from within. Nothing is outside of me. </div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Flowing through, feeling it all, and being exactly where i am meant to be. Savoring each moment slowly. Feeling the connection with myself, with the world around me & with love. </span></div>
Whimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-48538691570386818072018-07-02T03:49:00.003-07:002018-07-02T03:49:32.622-07:00we learn | we evolve | we become |following my gut to happiness & realizing the love within<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I follow my gut. It’s what I do. Or what I began to do a few years ago when I realized how unhappy and depressed I had become, I was so disconnected and far from my true self. </span></div>
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Focusing on my wellness and my happiness became my priority. It has been 2.5 years of not drinking. 2 years of being single. Which has helped me realize my happiness and my truth, for it gave my the time I always needed to truly hear what I needed. My life that I am living is my own. I am doing what brings me joy. When I realize something is not aligned with my best self, I revaluate to realize what it is I need. I tune in to hear what what my gut is trying to tell me. <br /><br />Before I quit drinking I was wary. Many around me didn’t support me and a lot didn’t think it was capable. A few months in I realized all my inner demons that I had numbed over time were surfacing, I had to finally face them. To be able to truly feel them, so I could release the grip they had on me. My body started to feel lighter and happier as time passed. I was treating my body like a temple. Giving it exactly what it craved and needed to thrive. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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After a few months I realized I still wasn’t as connected with myself as I needed. A toxic relationship had to end for me to be able to learn to love who I was. My gut told me months before this that the time had come but I was scared. Scared I would never be loved again. Terrified that if this was my only opportunity for a man, that I might end it and be forever alone. Being single was what I needed the most. The fear of being lonely was better than pretending I was happy. I didn't want to escape to a man to be my happiness. I needed to be my own happiness. </span><div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I needed true introspection of myself to love every part of who I was. When I ended it, I committed to not dating anyone for at least a year. I didn’t want to prevent myself from focusing on anything other than the relationship with myself. I wanted to give myself time, something I had never done before to be able to love. To fall in love with myself. But also to learn to love my body, my mind, my interest, my life, my family and my friends. To love in such a way that I could appreciate every moment. My friendships grew stronger. True connections where I was able to put my all into them. Hearing, feeling, and appreciating them for all that they were. Learning about love from all of them. We love in different ways, giving love, receiving love, and showing love. I saw how people loved who they were, loved those around them and love different things in their lives. We all love, appreciate and are amazed by so much. I wanted to learn and see through all their eyes. For all these friendships I had were supportive and kind. True friends who love, and love with all their heart. Each friendship its own. Each love its own. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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I dedicated so much of my time to loving myself. Learning all forms of self love. Any and all forms of self care that I needed to feel my best. Cultivating a stronger yoga practice by doing it every day and through teaching classes. When I taught, I was able to share the movement that brought my body happiness. I could see and feel an entire room of people able to give themselves an hour to listen to what their bodies need. Breathing in inspiration and exhaling what no longer serves them. Yoga helps to release the grip that anxiety, fear, sadness and pain have on us. It forms in our bodies and when we breath, move and sweat it out, we are able to release its hold on us. We can recognize that it is not who we are or part of us. When we become aware of it, it can show us so that we can learn and evolve from it. But it does not have to continue grasping onto our hearts and minds. <br /><br />I started to release my anxiety. Whenever I felt it coming on, I would face it. I stopped pushing away the pain so that I could figure out the true cause of it all. <br /><br />All that past pain. All the fears. All the feelings of inadequacy. There was no way to numb, no relationship to escape to, there was me. I stopped over two years ago shoving those emotions down to avoid them. It resulted in me within a room of all my emotions and each day one will come up for me to learn from. By learning where it comes from I am able to work to release it. I listen to what it tells me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I went into what I thought was my dream job at a company I worked for a few times. From the first day I knew that I had made the wrong decision but I kept telling myself to give it time. I gave it a year. As the months came closer to the year mark my mental health and my happiness were diminishing. On Monday I would go to work ready to defend myself and shield myself from the toxicity of the environment. I did yoga, worked out, self-cared my ass every single day for me to be able to make it through the week without falling deep into sadness. Not appreciated for my talents or even valued as a person, it became draining each week. Breaking down by the end of the week and riddled with anxiety, I spent the weekends decompressing from the negative feelings to prepare myself for the poisonous combat I’d face every Monday. </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A company of women who bullied, harassed, and belittled, instead of being a force of empowerment. </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This was not my dream. This was not what I wanted to waste my vital energy and life doing. My happiness mattered more to me. I quit with no prospect of a job, because I finally listened to the screaming voice from inside that had been telling me for the entire year to leave. I realized my worth. As much as my environment tried to make me feel less than, I knew who I was. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I left the job at the company that I kept returning to for good. I ended the chapter knowing I would never return again. This time with certainty I was doing what I am meant to. <br /><br />Situations, experiences and life toughen you and allow you to feel emotions you don't want to feel. The low points, the uncertainty of yourself, and the anxious times can all lead to a place of you being true to you. Stop making excuses for yourself. For your unhappiness. Change what you need to. What you know you have to but avoid. Stop the awful habit that you feel destroying you. End shitty relationships that bring you more sadness than happiness. You don’t deserve to be crying more than smiling. Leave the job to pursue something that brings you more joy. Listen to what your gut tells you. As the anxious thoughts come up, as fear tries to creep in, I face them full on to see them for what they are. To be able to learn from them and release them with time. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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For life is all a lesson. These opportunities, people, distractions, are all meant to teach me. They are bringing me closer to myself, and living my life for me. <br /><br />My body is a temple. My life is my own. I will live it to the fullest, following my gut and listening to my heart. </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't move through life aimlessly with the past pain weighing me down or trying to escape emotions or feelings. I am able to live my life for me. </span></div>
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Whimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-85611614821296006372018-06-25T12:06:00.000-07:002018-06-25T12:06:57.867-07:00dreaming with eyes wide open at the masterpiece in front of me & my wildest idea yet<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I’m living and dreaming with eyes wide open. Seeing everything around me for what it has to offer. </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">2017 I fell in love with myself. 2018 I wanted to discover who I was even more. To be the very best version of myself, I have to challenge myself and get entirely out of my comfort zone. Internally I have been doing the work on myself. Learning more of what I want. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Now I can go to find what I want from the world around me. There are so many things in this world that I love. There are so many more things in the world for me to fall in love with still. </span><br />
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I took time away from social media because when I finally was brave enough to quit my job, I was given what I always wanted. </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Time for the deepest introspection of myself. Time to learn more. Time to feel alive. And to create. </span><div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I deleted all social media off of my phone. The more my face was glued to it, the less I was able to witness each moment in front of me. I wanted to be able to feel all the time I had. Every moment I was given. To be fully present so that I could experience it all. </span><br />
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For all moments eventually come to an end, nothing will last forever. I want to feel every one that I can. Especially after I finally was able to remove the things in my life that were taking away from my flow. So I felt each day. I didn’t plan. I let things unfold. I surrendered to the process. No need to rush or force. Knowing that everything that is meant to happen will. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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I created. I felt all that I needed to feel and made art. All kinds of art. It flowed through me. Inspiration is all around and I was able to finally see it. I put more intention into my actions. More purpose into my art. More dedication to becoming. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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I learned more. Reading, researching, writing and being curious about whatever made me feel something. I wanted to absorb all that inspired me. Art comes from creators trying to express what is inside. The time had come for me to allow all my insides to come through in paint, pencil, pen, photographs, words, connection, experiences, creation in every form. </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; text-align: center;">Life is art. When it is fully lived it becomes your best masterpiece.</span><div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A few days into a brand new year I had my wildest and craziest idea. I told my mom my thoughts and she responded without hesitation, agreed and told me what route she thought I should take. She knew just as I did that this chance would never happen again. I will never be this young, single & have the time to roam. An indefinite amount of time to discover who I am and create along the way. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My wanderlust nature itched at me more and more as the days went on. But I knew I needed to surrender. It did not need to be rushed or forced. I knew I was going to eventually go. I felt it. Just the way to get there and how would be slowly figured out when the time was right. I just let the excitement brew inside me. </span><br />
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I've dreamed about it ever since I was a child. I assumed it would be with a love, but I think with where I am now it makes more sense that it is not. Slowly signs began appearing to lead me there. </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Last year I roamed around the Art Institute of Chicago, admiring all forms of art. Standing in front of the “Water Lilies” by Claude Monet admiring the serenity of the colors next to each other. A stranger standing close saw the way I was looking at it and said “if you ever have a chance to go to France, there you can see the painting in a panorama”. In my heart as she said the words I knew I would go. I had never felt more certain about something said by a stranger. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Things began appearing. It kept becoming mentioned. I knew I would go to Paris. I felt it in my heart. It has always been a dream but I wasn’t meant to go at any sooner date than now. Than today. To see the art of all the greats. To be in the home of fashion, love & creation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">So as I am writing this from my friend's apartment, steps away from Notre Dame. I bought a one-way ticket to Paris. With no plan. With no expectations. All I am certain about is I am meant to be there. I am dreaming with eyes wide open. Seeing life in its true form, as it is the masterpiece around me. Finally, able to realize that I am art myself. I am a masterpiece trying to master peace. Bon voyage!</span><br />
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Whimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-76153572149302636442018-06-23T13:33:00.000-07:002018-06-23T13:33:39.716-07:00true & real connection with women | it's a vibe<div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Becoming myself and being able to feel this confident in my skin has made me value myself in an entirely different way. Time is precious and appreciated. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I am connecting with people in a different way than I have ever before. The connections and time spent seem more meaningful. Being more present, to be able to fully emerge in all relationships. </span><br />
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We are vibing together now. It is no longer just interacting and seeing what happens. My time is valuable. Once I started to love myself I realized that I didn’t want to spend any of my energy on people that will not bring me to my happiest self. The people I want to surround myself with are the ones I am constantly giving my energy to. I’m working on relationship boundaries and giving love, timer & energy to those I truly want to. </span><br />
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The women that have come into my life are strong. It shows in their confidence to be who they are. To rise from life’s struggles and make the most of what they have been given. They show me parts about myself that I fear showing, for they hold them with pride to let all see. Which in turn allows me to shine those hidden parts. They give me the strength to be who I am even more. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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We learn from each other. We teach and show our crafts, interests and likes. Our interests aren’t all the same but we want to hear what the other is passionate about and feel their experiences with them. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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The people in my life are all here for a reason. I no longer put energy into things that I don’t feel good about anymore. I put energy towards connections that feed my soul. The connections where we are growing, and we grow together. To watch each other flourish and become the person we were always meant to be. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Those are the people you want to surround yourself with. The ones that support you. Who look at you with eyes full of love wanting the very best for you. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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I don’t have an intimate relationship with a man right now. But the women I have surrounded myself with have shown me how deeply they love. That love can exude from us all. We have the capacity to love fully and with our whole self. Love does not have to only come from a significant other. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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For a bond between people riding the same wave length can be felt. It is exciting and refreshing to know that you have found those that like all the same weird shit you do. Spend time with the friends in your life that make you feel something. </div>
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Whimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-73208603720335991042018-06-22T07:08:00.000-07:002018-06-22T07:08:07.005-07:00find friendships that reciprocate the same love<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I give love. I always have. To all those around me. It’s how I am, I can’t change it. Regardless of if it comes back, I still give it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My best friend told me in college “no one has your heart, no one loves like you”. It was something she would tell me when I felt broken or sad about a person or situation. She knew how much energy, love & dedication I give to those around me. She saw my soul and never tried to change it. Even though we didn’t see eye to eye on everything, we always gave each other the room to be ourselves. Giving and receiving the same love and friendship to each other. </span><br />
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Friends should challenge, inspire, and push you. They want to make you feel special, loved & alive. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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I want the best for everyone I meet, and people I haven’t even met yet. I want to see them succeed, to live, and to love. At times this causes intense heart break for me. I trust easily and have trouble with relationship boundaries. It’s something I’m always working on. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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In college, I had Alyssa to be there for me. To tell me when I was going too far down a path that she could see pain ahead. She knew how intensely I put love into people. We were always so honest with one another and I never questioned her judgement because I knew it all came from love. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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My heart has been broken time and time again. It takes time for me to heal because I feel a lot. I used to be ashamed of this, the amount I felt. I no longer shove the feelings away or mask them. I feel a lot, its who I am and it is because I love a lot. I wouldn’t change that for anything now. But with each heart break I learn. My first immediate reaction is to close off to everyone and think that others will make me feel that low, not enough or uncomfortable in my body. But I don’t want to close off to the entire world because people may not feel as much as I do or realize the hurt they are causing. I learn that we all love in our own ways. I appreciate those around me. I am learning to surround myself with those who put the same dedication into maintaining friendships as I do. I don’t have Alyssa to watch my loving energy being dumped into people that don’t care and to heed a warning from her anymore. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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It’s about finding those select gems in your life. The ones that reciprocate the same amount of love back. That give the quality time towards a friendship to have it grow. Friendships that understand the levels of your heart because they feel the same. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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People come into your life at all different times to teach you. Some may leave and it can hurt. Once they leave there is space that is created. Space for friends who will love you deeper and are more aligned with the person you are. They come at the right time to show you. Love is there. You deserve all the love. Surround yourself with only love. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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If a friendship or romantic relationship seems toxic. If you feel judged for who you are or bullied by them. That is not a friend. It is not love. You should never feel uncomfortable in your skin around them. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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You should feel comfort, ease and bliss to be your most authentic self. <br />When you are your youest you. Those who want to be around you will appear. <br />Be you. Your vibe and who you are, attract people towards you. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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You should have friends that give perpetual support and honesty. Who are there to lift you up when you have fallen. So in the end you can stand fully in your own power and know truly who you are. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Friends who will forever love you. Who look at you with the same eyes through time. Eyes of kindness and wanting to know more about your heart.</span>Whimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-61145049710106403722018-06-21T09:16:00.000-07:002018-06-21T09:41:50.974-07:00being curious, childlike & challenging ourselves | West Coast<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A friendship born from a mutual friend. Strengthened over time with love, and the passion to grow. We discovered yoga at different times. Began going to classes together and growing in our own ways through it. </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When we moved from each other, we grew from different experiences. </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Our friendship remained and grew as we would travel to meet.</span></div>
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Doing yoga wherever we are. Flowing in all the locations we are in together. Be it in Chicago in winter wrapped in layers of clothes walking to find some heat in a studio to flow in. Or in Miami making room in our hotel room to just flow in front of one another. We made it work, from coast to coast. Both teachers but always a student, dedicating so much of our time to our practice.</span><br />
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<br />We moved. We walked 55 miles. Most walking, biking, hiking and yoga my body has ever done. Seeing my body’s potential & realizing my strength by seeing how my body can be pushed to its very limits. </span><br />
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We did yoga in her home, on the beach, and in studios. We have watched the other progress over time. How yoga has strengthened and also comforted our body and soul. Going to studios in California, I was able to experience yoga with people who LOVE yoga. Dedicated California yogis who were born doing this. </span><br />
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Opening our hips to the left towards Malibu. The sunlight shining down through the sun roof giving the room light to flow. “Lebanese Blonde” came on and I flowed with the satyr allowing my mind let go of grip and control. Being aware of where my body was.</span><br />
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Seeing how much growth I can have in my own practice and as a teacher. It’s a physical practice I get to check in with myself to see how I feel and watch my progression over time </span><br />
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Pushing my yoga and my limits with the intense practice. Putting my body into positions it never knew possible. Watching my practice and me grow as I was challenged. I enjoy being challenged. To see how I can push myself to grow even further. To be in my body and see that it can do more than I knew. Limitations in my mind about myself, my body, and my growth slowly become released with each practice. For the fearful thoughts start to wash away when I see what I can be capable of. </span><br />
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Yoga gives you the playfulness of just seeing where your body can take you. <br />Watching yourself progress by playing. It allows the creativity to flow through us. A child like nature of play. Moving, feeling & being. </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; text-align: center;">We do yoga, we meditate, we nurture, we heal, we nourish. </span><br />
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Each morning we waited for coffee as we sat and connected. Being here. Enjoying the process. We had slow mornings with acai bowls and great conversation. We were truly with each other. Riding bikes to yoga and on the beach. Watching sunsets every day we could. Hearing the waves rolling in, feeling the breeze against our faces & watching as the sky’s colors slowly changed over time. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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We were present together. Our yoga, our words, our actions all intentional. Feeling so much gratitude for evolution of who we have become and where our lives have led us. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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We watched as the dolphins surfed the waves as the sun began to dip down. A whole group of them jumping through and riding the waves. Being childlike & seeing where their bodies took them. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Be child-like in your life. Be curious. Exploring places around you, yourself, your life, your inner depths. </div>
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Even though you may fall down, you’ll have the courage to stand up & try again. </div>
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Life isn’t perfect. You’ll stumble along the way. You must push yourself.</div>
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Be present for all of it. Feel your body changing, being pushed, & transforming.<br />
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It is not a punishment or a sad lonely time. It is growth. It is a time for introspection. To be able to value what you have. To put your awareness on what truly matters. So that you can cultivate gratitude for everything around & within us. </span><br />
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It influences me to become an even better version of myself. A shift in my life where my routine is changed. My will power grows and I develop a greater sense of self control. I look forward to the personal growth and the time to just be. Without food and water, our energy levels are dependent on rest and the food we nourish ourselves with during the evening. I give my body what it needs. Creating meals that my body craves to survive and hydrating through the moon lit hours of the night. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Some days it wants slow fluid yoga movement. Other days as the energy piles up within me it needs a run outside to release the stored-up tension. I give it the chance to be heard. My body craves movement to survive. I continued to teach during this time, to take classes, and to workout. But I listened, I stopped when I needed to without feeling guilty or shameful. I focused on my meditation practice. Feeling more connected, lighter and present. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Our bodies and our minds are capable of far more than we give ourselves credit for. We create excuses, numbing methods, and toxic thought patterns to keep us stuck and avoid ourselves. Judging, fearing, shaming & pushing our truest selves so far from us. <br /><br />We are always so busy to notice. Always trying to get to the next place, to not feel, to numb, to avoid. We gobble down our meals. We chug drinks upon drinks. Without even a thought of what is coming into our bodies. We smoke, we gossip, we talk negatively about ourselves, we rush passed our lives, numbing and avoiding. We don’t feel. We don’t take the time to breath. To listen. To feel what it is that our body may need.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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There are days where I feel weak, tired, hungry, irritable and exhausted. During those times I can appreciate what I have. That a meal will be there when the sun finally dips down. For so many people in the world, they do not have what we have. Food, water, shelter, the luxuries we see in life are not as abundant for everyone. We fast to understand what the world feels like, what people who are hungry and without feel.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
<b>I can appreciate life so much more than before.</b></div>
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<b>Every</b> moment I get.</div>
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<b>Every</b> breath I take in.</div>
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<b>Each</b> sip of water.</div>
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<b>Each</b> bite of nourishment I take. Fully tasting it.</div>
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Feeling the days unfold slowly to be able to feel each moment blossoming.</div>
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<b>Present in my body</b>. Grateful for all that I have.</div>
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Ramadan takes away all the exterior that we are focusing on to go inward even more.</div>
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We give our energy, our kindness and love to ourselves and those around us.</div>
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A time to detox from bad thoughts and negative emotions. </div>
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To be in our bodies & realize what is important. </div>
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With little energy through the day; you aren’t wasteful with it.</div>
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Many distractions are removed.</div>
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Our constant want to snack, fill, and consume are gone. </div>
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So that we can be faced with life. To <b>celebrate</b> it! </div>
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It puts things into perspective</div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">You know when you do something drastic after you get out of a seriously bad relationship. You want to feel different and changed to be able to go back into life ready for whatever it has to throw at you. </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">You typically need to take time in between your next similar endeavor to heal from the toxicity of what you just went through. The healing takes time and can be done in many ways according to what you feel is needed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">You know when you’re in it that it doesn’t feel right. You don’t feel good in your skin and slowly can feel yourself losing your luster. Growth and inspiration are no longer happening. Feeling drained and exhausted by going through with it every day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Then you end it...hopefully. Knowing that you deserve better and that life can be lived fully without this toxicity.</span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">These bad relationships can be an intimate relationship or a bad experience you are ready to end.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">When the final chapter of your draining experience comes to a close.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Take the time to heal. To feel in your body what it needs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Dying my hair turquoise would not suffice as a drastic change this time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I booked a two week trip to California three days before I left for it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">No plans, no expectations.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Deleting all forms of social media off of my phone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>To be inspired.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I’ve dreamt of California ever since I was young. Now I was able to go for an extended period of time to be able to live the California dream. The timing of life always works out. With no plan, everything worked out exactly as it was always meant to. My eyes consumed so much beauty in two weeks. The inspiration was flowing out of me. Writing, sketching, feeling, & movement just came through. There weren’t any blocks anymore. Experiencing new things with friends & watching as many sunsets as possible.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Sometimes you’re unsure if you should make that drastic change and end something that no longer serves you. Ending anything unconstructive to who you are is difficult. When I no longer felt alive and existing, that change needed to happen.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">All experiences whatever they may be grow you. They teach you things about yourself. They challenge and push you to change. Sometimes that change is for the better. Other changes may not be who you are.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Regardless you learn from it all.<br />
Realize when you deserve to be happier and realize your strength.<br />
My growth in my current circumstances had come to an end.<br />
I left my fashion job & flew across the country to the West Coast.<br />
The first night at dinner, the waitress took our orders and asked if we wanted to hear the question of the day. Looking up at her as she says “are you transforming?”</span><br />
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Whimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-85225640191024376472018-03-22T13:57:00.000-07:002018-03-22T16:02:50.337-07:00When do you feel the most alive & existing?<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I quit my fashion corporate job. Ending a chapter that I have been writing for some time. It wasn’t the experience I dreamed of, but it taught me. <br />
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It surrounded be my women for me to learn from. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I was able to connect with women of all ages from all over the world, and they came to my hometown. I was able to hear their stories, and experience how they came to be here. You are at work more than you are home through the week. Some days aren’t as bright as others. I wanted to know when they felt their best. & learn about when they feel their happiest and truest self. <br />
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I asked each women that I connected with… </span><br />
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<b>When do you feel the most <span style="font-size: large;">alive & existing?</span> </b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"> Every experience provides you with opportunities to learn and grow. They may not be right in front of you, but take the time to fully understand people that are around you.</span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Because we are all different. We need to see each other for who we are. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">With no judgement and hear one another to better understand. </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><br />
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I have many moments where I feel alive & existing, and I am constantly exploring new ones. I am following the direction I am meant to go in. For me that’s feeling more alive and l I don’t know exactly where that’s going to lead me but I know I’ll be aware of how I feel to guide me. <br />
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Realizing when I feel the most alive & existing and <b>doing more of it</b>.</span></div>
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Whimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-77331946771446180982018-01-14T14:52:00.000-08:002018-01-14T14:52:25.184-08:00releasing habits in the new year to become your happiest self<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">New years have been pivotal moments in my life. I decide to quit habits that are not conducive to bettering me. Sometimes they are goals I set on new years day and it becomes a new way of living after enough time has passed. They don’t need to be considered a new year’s resolution. They can be set at any time because each new day poses as a new start. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When something becomes a habit, it is difficult to let go of. Habits range from nail biting to remaining in unfulfilling jobs. They are routines or behaviors we become accustomed to, such as repeating fearful stories to ourselves, a drinking habit or continuing in toxic relationships <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Ending a part of your every day routine causes a shift. When you or others repeat words of doubt or negative stories they become part of your thoughts and you begin to believe it. Changing a habit or a lifestyle can be chosen or at times sprung upon you. Regardless of the way it occurs, it affects you. It is not easy! But these shifts become transformations of growth. By shifting to a new way, you are challenging yourself with new circumstances. You start discovering more about who you are and your capabilities. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Your current state is not your final self. Your mindset is always changing. You will not want to be around the situations or people you may be around now. <br /><br />& it will be entirely okay. You can change. You are meant to. <br /><br />I create big shifts, which in turn causes great transformations. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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It begun when I realized I deserved better. I wanted to be my best & happiest self. Which involved trimming all the dead ends in my life from ways of thinking to habits that no longer made me feel happy. <br /><br />I decided to start living my life for me. The relationship I needed to focus on was the one I had with myself, because that will be the one that remains forever. I needed time to heal. I quit beating myself up with negative stories of self-doubt and failure that had been engrained into me. I let go of a drinking habit. I ended toxic relationships. I removed processed sugar, meat and dairy out of my diet. I quit thinking of my self-worth so minimally. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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I was finally able to give myself time. Time to discover me. Learning more of what lights my soul on fire. Being fully aware of the shift in emotions that occur and how much more alive I feel. This power, this strength, this is me. It’s always been inside me and now I’m letting it fully out. <br /><br />My life is mine. I am living my life for me. Stop asking permission for your happiness.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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I wasted too much of my life being unhappy and not liking the person I was. The people that surrounded me years ago never made me feel good in my skin. Working on falling in love with myself is an every day, in the moment journey. For old beliefs and ways of thinking tend to creep up and try to bring you down. Doubt and fear are loud and want to make you believe you don’t deserve to feel this way and question your worth. They can become too loud and cripple you with anxiety. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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I am able to face them as they occur. Realizing the buried pain that stemmed the anxious thoughts. Observing the emotions as they occur. Then being able to face the demons head on without numbing the pain to be able to release it. Letting go of the stories I’ve grown to believe about the pain. Through the process realizing its okay to be a work in progress and let go of judgment towards myself. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Feeling the emotions as intense as they are. Growing from releasing what no longer serves me to be able to move forward. Clearing out the fear can push us beyond limiting beliefs that held us back before. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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You can reach your full potential. Over time we slowly let go of the things that weigh us down and take us away from our true self. Whatever nasty habit, routine, or relationship in your life that needs to be released for you to reach your happiness must be done. Change is scary and the shift can result in unwanted emotions that you must face to be able to release. But you deserve to feel happy. To get there you need to let go in this new year of what no longer serves you. Give yourself the time to heal. While you heal and focus on your relationship with yourself, you’ll discover who you are in a whole new way. By granting yourself the freedom to live life for you. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I</span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> requested off the entire last week of 2017. To be able to spend time reflecting on the past year, and prepare for another. From now on I will try to make sure I have this week off every year so I can start off on the right foot. Time off and relaxation was all I had in mind, but this week ended up being far more than that. I feel entirely restored and ready. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Twelve months happens quickly. So much transpires and it feels as if life is flying by. We need a break to just be and look back. Give ourselves a mindful pause to realize our growth, accomplishments, setbacks and all the ways to improve into the next twelve months. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I needed a pause to catch my breath before beginning yet another year. I needed time.<br /><br />To be able to give myself more time I deleted all social media off of my phone. It is a time thief that robs you of the present moment and what is around you. It can fully envelop you whole throughout the entire day. Your few second scrolls become hours piled up at the end of the week. As social media swallows you, you begin to compare yourself. We become so aware of everyone else’s lives that we forget to pay attention to the moment in front of us. I gave myself time by being able to fully be present for my week off. <br /><br />This past year was all about growth. Transforming and becoming my best self involves a lot of change. When change occurs there are parts of you or your surroundings that will no longer need to remain. This week was dedicated to cleansing in all areas. <br /><br />It began with cutting the dead ends out of my life, starting with the mass amount at the end of my long curly mess. It always feels like a shedding of layers when I go to see my hair stylist and dear friend. She performed what felt like an entire baptism and I could shine even brighter. I felt beautiful inside my skin, as if all the growth I had made over the past year internally had finally shown on the outside.</span><br />
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Cleansing commenced in my bedroom. What started as a small reorganization of my closet turned into a full room purging. Through time we change, as do our bodies and styles. My closet and room had become too much. Drawers, cabinets and hangers filled with items I will never use. We keep things out of guilt or aspirations we will be able to wear it some day. Stories attached to garments are what keeps us staring at some things unsure we could rid ourselves of it. I no longer wanted to remain holding onto anything just because of the story attached to it. Nothing remaining would be just taking up space without a purpose. Minimizing what I had, to reveal what I actually owned. Purging things that just occupied room created so much more space.<br /><br />My weeklong retreat continued with a trip to Miami with my childhood friend. We grew up together trying to learn who we were and taking different paths to get there. We were always considered sisters when we were children because of our brown hair, small size and loud mouths. We were very different girls who evolved down our own paths but always remained friends and loved the other. Through all this time, we have become incredibly similar in our beliefs. Our love for life and how we want to experience it makes me realize we are more sisters now than ever.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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She always gives me the certainty to never doubt myself. She has assured me since I was a child that I was capable. A best friend who has stood by me through all of life as we both grew our own way. Who has watched me go through all my awkward phases into who I have become now and has loved me every step of the way. <br /><br />We explored Miami in our own way, which included healthy food, yoga in the hotel room and being present with each other. We had both deleted social media off our phones. We were able to be free together and give each other undivided attention. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Our morning began with a plunge into the cold Atlantic Ocean to cleanse ourselves. We reflected on the past year and the all that we wanted to leave behind in 2017. Taking time to digest what could change in the new year and ways to improve. We looked out onto the water knowing the chill that will take over but knowing it was necessary. We sprinted in, submerging completely into the turquoise water. My heart beating ferociously as I fully plunged. The cold water couldn’t be felt because of all the excitement that was taking over me in the moment. This moment with my long time friend leaving the sludge of the year behind me and feeling refreshed. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Together we are sisters. Constantly pushing the other to be independent, strong and happy. We let our wild curly manes be free after our ocean swim. This was us at our truest selves. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Living this year with no expectations has been the most exciting life I have lived. My week ended with me in Miami again to celebrate New Years. I’ve always placed so much on this day and what it needs to involve. This year I have worked on releasing control and allowing things to happen. That means releasing expectations on a day that is always fully loaded with them. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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My last meal of the year was a quick stop into a Middle Eastern kitchen. My belly was full of hummus and I couldn’t feel more myself. My hair was in full form with the beach wind to make it even bigger. Big hoops earrings and thigh high boots, this is the way I wanted to walk out of the year. Feeling my strongest and most true self. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Being fancy and over the top is not always our scene. We felt fabulous in our furry coats, and Miami views. We witnessed fireworks on the balcony of the party at eye level. The clock struck midnight and they erupted in between all the tall buildings celebrating a new year of possibilities to come. We laughed contagiously into the New Year. The laughs and love that surrounded me was all I needed. But the caviar that I added on top of my beets was the cherry on top. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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As the rest of the group went out to party, I stayed back by myself. I went on the rooftop in my comfy clothes and make up free. All the buildings standing tall encompassed me. The full moon peering down with all the stars shining as bright as they could. Music could be heard from all the nightlife of the city. <br /><br />A city is so alive and full. A roof top party of one that was so alive and full. I danced barefoot alone with the music of the city into the beginning hours of the new year. This is the way I wanted to start my year. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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The next day I laid in the pool looking up at the huge tree that shaded most of the yard. Watching how the vines wrapped around the trunk and every branch. Seeing all the different leaves and plants that had come together to hug this massive tree. I watched the birds and the planes flying over the city making their way to warmer places. I floated feeling the effects of the past week of restoration. With each breath I felt present and grateful. I could appreciate all that was around and above me. My mind clutter had been cleared out. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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This week I gave myself time to restore. Solitude had become far overdue. Life, routines, relationships and careers pull us in every direction possible. We need to take a moment to just be. In the stillness we can be able to fully feel what is happening. Know when you need to stop and remove the clutter. Take the time for yourself. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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</style>Whimsical Existencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114447279123697224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2892320677755097901.post-76196901841140920892017-12-10T16:04:00.001-08:002017-12-11T15:33:26.799-08:00falling in love in Chicago<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I have learned to appreciate moments with the humans in my life that I value as friends. I appreciate the connection we have and how it differs from any I have with anyone else. Friendships can be as strong and close as family or a romantic partner. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Some friends are your soulmates. You have those that come into your life at the exact time you were meant to meet. Some move to new places but when you are both in the same city, you make each other the top priority. Friendships can be romantic in a sense. They are relationships where all you feel is love and wanting pure happiness for the other. I have learned to value all these connections and the time we spend together. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Spontaneity got the best of us and we planned a girl's trip without hesitation. The tickets were affordable and the weekend completely free for all three of us. No research was done or agendas created for the trip. Nothing was planned and we enjoyed every second of it. Each day unfolded with delicious food, long walks through the city and being present with each other. The city revealed to us all we needed to see. Art galleries lured us in with their colors from the streets. We all walked through in silence, appreciating what we saw and realizing the emotions it made us feel. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That is what art is. It’s created to make you feel something. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As I sat in the middle of a gallery in the city, I looked around at the art that surrounded me. The paint had made its way off the canvases with the soft fluid movement onto the walls and consumed the space it was in. Feeling calm and alive, I was certain I was exactly where I was meant to be.</span> Detached from the world but so involved in what's in front of you </div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We were three Florida girls in the windy city experiencing winter with the opportunity to truly feel Christmas. The streets glistened with lights covering every tree, light post and window. Music playing everywhere you went to get you in the spirit. Even the shrubbery was decorated with pinecones. It was a complete holiday wonderland with chilly weather to match. It was the most amount of clothes I have worn all year and the most Christmas spirit I have felt since I was a child. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We have moments in our lives. Moments we don’t forget that stick with us, the ones that make you feel something. I was able to have alone time with each friend, which gave me a chance to adventure with each in our own way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Becky and I explored Wicker Park making stops wherever struck our curiosity. When we needed to refuel, we stopped into a coffee shop with large cozy leather couches that we sunk into. Sipping on our caffeine while Beyonce played through the speakers, I couldn’t be happier with the moment in front of me. Our day ended with a gluttonous romantic pasta dinner. As I looked over the table during the multiple entrees we shared, I realized this was one of those moments. I was truly present appreciating our friendship and realizing how much it had grown over time. I fell more in love with her in this new city we were experiencing together. We have friends that we instantly connect with and over time we fall more in love with. This moment and the entire day will be part of how our friendship grew.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Kristen and I spent all of Sunday together. The sun rose lighting up the city through the buildings as we walked to breakfast. We sat at a French café with big cups of hot frothed beverages and discussed the future. Giving each other outlooks at where we saw the other and ourselves. </span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Walking through the park in the morning light, I found a patch of grass that looked far more delightful to lie upon instead of having my feet take one more step. When I suggested the idea Kristen joined me on the ground. Starting my playlist up, we both listened and moved our bodies without speaking. I lay looking up at the cloudless sky realizing that not all friends will just silently do yoga by each other in different cities together. We understand the other and can flow without feeling the need to fill in space with words. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We made our way to the art museum where we were the complete opposite of silent. Linked arms, roaming through all the rooms of the Art Institute discussing the art and laughing at the amount of nipples one museum could have. A day like this filled with ab inducing laughter and breathless cackles together is how I fell more in love with her. We were able to see a new city together and appreciate the morning light shining through the tall buildings.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Friends remind you of who you are and let you know that it’s entirely okay to be that way. They bring out the childlike soul within you and know exactly what to say to make you fall over in laughter. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Each soulmate comes into your life to make you feel happy and loved. Seeing you for who you are and knowing your strength. Wanting only for you to become more and be greater. You experience different things in life together and no two friendships are ever the same.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This girl’s trip was planned on a whim. Gallivanting a new city together all bundled up; I fell more in love with my friends and realized that we are soulmates. Appreciate the moments you have with each friendship. Realize they are all unique and each brings out different emotions within you. Surround yourself with only love and make to be present to feel it all.</span><br />
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