I’m proud of the way you are spreading yourself. - Note to self
Lots of laying around and writing. Helped my two middle daughters bake a lemon cake. Yum.
Feeling deeply. Seeing differently. Soaking up this space like a willing sponge while it lasts…for now.
This change in pace feels like the cotton candy I’m not supposed to eat. Sun bathing in the sand on a hot beach. Wind blowing through my Locs, beating my face filled with lavender and peppermint, whispering sweet everything’s.
Feels like a hot shower after hot yoga stretched me beyond my unthinkable. Melting into sheets, covers up to my ears, listening to some good ole Sade. Sweet tears come over me caused by the reuniting with my pen.
Yea, feels like home again.
Do not look at yourself with disgust, you are a gift to this earth. You are beautiful, you are a light, an energy, an essence. You are nature herself.
Heidi Pickett (via purplebuddhaproject)
Permission granted. - Note to self
Open. Wild. Loving. Free.
To live a pure unselfish life, one must count nothing as one’s own in the midst of abundance.
Buddha (via kushandwizdom)
Something to ponder on.