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Pause, snuggle, and breathe
For me there's nothing more important than routine, maybe other than a break in routine. Seeing that we look at the same art covered walls, paint splattered floors, and jungle like outdoors, and both have our routines, that I've given the chic name of ritual; sometimes a change in routine is the best thing to bring new energy.
Although we are in the same space everyday, no two days are the same. Aside from our rituals we do daily, we have the free, vastly open, sacred space where we go with where the day is taking us. I consider it a blessing to be able to live life this way with my favorite person in the universe everyday. However, some days I need a break in routine
A lot of my daily practice is too important to my soul to just not do, so I like to change around times. On this rainy morning, I didn't set an alarm, I laid in bed and watched the rain and cuddled with the best cuddle pup (Marlowe our black lab) & shared morning giggles with Steve. I didn't care what time it was, when I would blog or do yoga, and did some walking garden meditation this morning. It was lovely, and suddenly blogging seemed effortless again.
As I sit here sipping on my coffee, surrounded by greenery, listening to the water break over the rocks, the cardinals, finches, and bluejay sing in melody, and feel the spits of rain making it through the tree covering, I feel inspired again. I see new inspiration in the same scenery and all it took was a change in routine, maybe even some spoiling so to speak.
I've been doing so much adult-must-do-to-survive skills lately, that this rainy day of no schedule, no lists, no time watching is the sweet I've been cutting out with ridding sugar again. Life needs sweet, just as it does bitter. If life is bringing you endless bitter, make your own sweet y'all. What do you enjoy? What sounds heavenly right now? A massage? A day of no social media, a day of not replying to emails,.... Whatever it is, make space for it.
Because just as important as it is to go go go do do do..., it's important to pause, snuggle, and breathe.
Although we are in the same space everyday, no two days are the same. Aside from our rituals we do daily, we have the free, vastly open, sacred space where we go with where the day is taking us. I consider it a blessing to be able to live life this way with my favorite person in the universe everyday. However, some days I need a break in routine
A lot of my daily practice is too important to my soul to just not do, so I like to change around times. On this rainy morning, I didn't set an alarm, I laid in bed and watched the rain and cuddled with the best cuddle pup (Marlowe our black lab) & shared morning giggles with Steve. I didn't care what time it was, when I would blog or do yoga, and did some walking garden meditation this morning. It was lovely, and suddenly blogging seemed effortless again.
As I sit here sipping on my coffee, surrounded by greenery, listening to the water break over the rocks, the cardinals, finches, and bluejay sing in melody, and feel the spits of rain making it through the tree covering, I feel inspired again. I see new inspiration in the same scenery and all it took was a change in routine, maybe even some spoiling so to speak.
I've been doing so much adult-must-do-to-survive skills lately, that this rainy day of no schedule, no lists, no time watching is the sweet I've been cutting out with ridding sugar again. Life needs sweet, just as it does bitter. If life is bringing you endless bitter, make your own sweet y'all. What do you enjoy? What sounds heavenly right now? A massage? A day of no social media, a day of not replying to emails,.... Whatever it is, make space for it.
Because just as important as it is to go go go do do do..., it's important to pause, snuggle, and breathe.
Pulling out the party hats.
Sitting on the damp chair, feeling a breeze blowing through my hair, looking at the drops of petals scattered on the table freshly fallen from the storm last night. Feeling the fog of being up for hours during the night, leading to me sleeping until 9 AM instead of my normal 6 AM wake up call. Unable to fully wrap my head around things this morning, and suddenly like the lightning that blew out our electricity last night, a thought strikes me.
I survived a crisis last night without anger.
If you've followed my blog for sometime, or me on any social media outlet, you'll know that anger is my emotion of choice. Most of us have an emotion that overwhelms the other emotions. For example, when I was sad about Steve's diagnosis I in turn got mad at everyone around me, because I couldn't process the sadness properly.
Of course after years of inner work I am proud of how I handle my emotions most days, but crisis is always the true test. Here's a view into how I was able to do crisis management.
My sleep is so light these days, the sudden jolt of the power turning off, had me jump out of bed. Reaching for my glasses, I hear Steve's vent and oxygen machine start to beep waking Steve up to discover the power was out. As he's typing on the tobii, I'm immediately off to the kitchen to grab O2 tanks and get him comfortable. As I'm on the phone with the power company, I feel the tears coming down my face.
Sniffling, I inform the guy on the phone, how we are dependent on the vent and O2 and he replies, "It's a rather large outage, call back in an hour and we can give you more details on the length it will be out."
Hanging up, I give into the fear, and cry it out. For a minute fully feeling the fear and releasing it, which apparently happens with tears no matter the emotion these days. Taking a deep breath before walking into the room, "Okay if you can get settled to sleep, I'll be up and I'll wake you up if we need a back up plan, we have at least 5 hours of reliable life here."
His anxiety was overwhelming his eyes, so as he frantically was darting from letter to letter, the tobii was spelling out nothing but jibberish fear made up words. "Do you need some anxiety?" I ask looking at his bright red face.
One blink, yes.
As I'm pushing the crushed meds through his feeding tube I say, "Look we will be okay no matter what happens, whether it's home a few hours in the dark, or getting emergency help if it's longer than 5 hours," really feeling the words, Steve slowly drifted back to sleep.
Crouching down in the hallway with a flashlight pointed at a journal I decided to write while I waited it out. The anxiety was still there, as I had to pace a few times to release it, but it didn't lead to anger.
Our last few crisis situations, have been hospital visits, where I'm in what I call caregiver back up mode, to where I completely function without truly being present. This being the first non health related crisis in some time, I was fully there. I just sat and waited, as I was about to call the company after a little over two hours without power, the first ring was interrupted by the thump of the power turning back on.
Feeling so overwhelmed with gratitude I walk into a wide awake smiling Steve. Hooking him back up to his machines and turning on his sleeping movie, I fall right to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Sitting here waiting for a delayed wound care to let him sleep off his missed sleep, I feel a sense of accomplishment. I used to feel silly to pause and recognize being able to control my emotions. In my mind I would think, 'Well, I should just naturally do that, so what am I celebrating?'
These days, however, I'll celebrate it all. Because truth is we should be celebrating this stuff. If I've learned anything in this almost 32 years, it's that celebrating the little things, leads up to celebrating massive things. It should all be celebrated. So today i'll be in celebration of the blessings of electricity, a diligent company who worked hard in that storm last night to give us power, and for my crisis management skills kicking in last night.
What are you celebrating today? :)
I survived a crisis last night without anger.
If you've followed my blog for sometime, or me on any social media outlet, you'll know that anger is my emotion of choice. Most of us have an emotion that overwhelms the other emotions. For example, when I was sad about Steve's diagnosis I in turn got mad at everyone around me, because I couldn't process the sadness properly.
Of course after years of inner work I am proud of how I handle my emotions most days, but crisis is always the true test. Here's a view into how I was able to do crisis management.
My sleep is so light these days, the sudden jolt of the power turning off, had me jump out of bed. Reaching for my glasses, I hear Steve's vent and oxygen machine start to beep waking Steve up to discover the power was out. As he's typing on the tobii, I'm immediately off to the kitchen to grab O2 tanks and get him comfortable. As I'm on the phone with the power company, I feel the tears coming down my face.
Sniffling, I inform the guy on the phone, how we are dependent on the vent and O2 and he replies, "It's a rather large outage, call back in an hour and we can give you more details on the length it will be out."
Hanging up, I give into the fear, and cry it out. For a minute fully feeling the fear and releasing it, which apparently happens with tears no matter the emotion these days. Taking a deep breath before walking into the room, "Okay if you can get settled to sleep, I'll be up and I'll wake you up if we need a back up plan, we have at least 5 hours of reliable life here."
His anxiety was overwhelming his eyes, so as he frantically was darting from letter to letter, the tobii was spelling out nothing but jibberish fear made up words. "Do you need some anxiety?" I ask looking at his bright red face.
One blink, yes.
As I'm pushing the crushed meds through his feeding tube I say, "Look we will be okay no matter what happens, whether it's home a few hours in the dark, or getting emergency help if it's longer than 5 hours," really feeling the words, Steve slowly drifted back to sleep.
Crouching down in the hallway with a flashlight pointed at a journal I decided to write while I waited it out. The anxiety was still there, as I had to pace a few times to release it, but it didn't lead to anger.
Our last few crisis situations, have been hospital visits, where I'm in what I call caregiver back up mode, to where I completely function without truly being present. This being the first non health related crisis in some time, I was fully there. I just sat and waited, as I was about to call the company after a little over two hours without power, the first ring was interrupted by the thump of the power turning back on.
Feeling so overwhelmed with gratitude I walk into a wide awake smiling Steve. Hooking him back up to his machines and turning on his sleeping movie, I fall right to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Sitting here waiting for a delayed wound care to let him sleep off his missed sleep, I feel a sense of accomplishment. I used to feel silly to pause and recognize being able to control my emotions. In my mind I would think, 'Well, I should just naturally do that, so what am I celebrating?'
These days, however, I'll celebrate it all. Because truth is we should be celebrating this stuff. If I've learned anything in this almost 32 years, it's that celebrating the little things, leads up to celebrating massive things. It should all be celebrated. So today i'll be in celebration of the blessings of electricity, a diligent company who worked hard in that storm last night to give us power, and for my crisis management skills kicking in last night.
What are you celebrating today? :)
Messy Flowy Truths
I'm sure most of you reading this, know by now how much time we spend at home. This past year I've been blessed with these waves of inspiration to tackle parts of the house and totally revamp them. It's sort of blissful when I'm in the wave and for some time after. Then I rest, reset, make some money for the next transformation (right), & move to the next space.
I've learned a deeply meaningful lesson in creating a bunch of sacred spaces in every inch of our house. It's that what you surround yourself with matters. Very much so. I've always been messy, and embraced it. I make messy art, messy weavings, I have messy hair, messy style, messy, messy, messy. I believe in embracing the imperfections of messy living. However, there is something to that feeling of being surrounded by too much mess. My free flowing messy ways in this chaotic house day in and day out, began to transform into hot mess.
If you've spent anytime with me in the last 5 years, you will have heard me describe myself, our life, our house, everything as a hot mess. Well, in an effort to loose the hot mess, I hear by solemnly swear that yesterday will be the last time I refer to myself as that. Well, at least I solemnly swear that I'll try. ;)
I've been living in a sort of self fulfilling prophecy with myself, and the more I awaken to the truth, the more I get these waves to make our spaces true to us, but not chaotic. Life will always be a mess because that's what life is, but it's a beautiful mess much like I've learned to turn my art into, and not a chaotic mess.
As I learn the balance of adult responsibility, care giving, self care, and fun, and the art of tidying up (the book really does inspire some serious action I recommend it) I have learned that life is truly your surroundings. Between the people, decorations, clutter, excess, balance, music, food, TV, books, etc. What you ingest on a daily basis, whether it be plain white walls or inspired, meaningful art covered walls, or it be, fast food for meals or real food cooked infused with love, whether it's relationships that nurture or drain you; you will see how much these outside factors are shaping your life.
Take control. If you are feeling uninspired, or overwhelmed, or in a state of hot mess express; take a look at your surroundings. What are you ingesting? Look I consider it a blessing that I'm able to write a blog like this. Our eyes are being opened up to the extreme poverty and suffering happening around the world. It's a blessing I even have a home to be revamping. It may have it's many old home problems, but it keeps Steve and I safe and healthy. I'm so thankful and for that reason I'm also very conscious of my impact when revamping my spaces. Everything you could want already exists, plus the character and charm of antique pieces are so much more meaningful than some mass produced woopty doo made in some factory somewhere, that you see in thousands of other homes probably with the same vase and floral arrangement. Also, if you're going to get rid of something donate, or sit it in your garage for years and years until you finally get around to donating it. *cough, not calling myself out or anything. ;)
Choose your surroundings, and be mindful about the impact your every choice makes. That's been my biggest lesson to a life that feels balanced, meaningful, and happy. People are always asking why I'm so happy? Here's just 1 of the many reasons. That, along with, I'm healthy, able bodied, I have a voice, I can breathe on my own, I have food to eat today, oh and tomorrow, I have electricity, I am growing food, people care about me, flowers exist, so do dogs, birds, squirrels, Steve, Steve, Steve, okay....you get the point.
I've learned a deeply meaningful lesson in creating a bunch of sacred spaces in every inch of our house. It's that what you surround yourself with matters. Very much so. I've always been messy, and embraced it. I make messy art, messy weavings, I have messy hair, messy style, messy, messy, messy. I believe in embracing the imperfections of messy living. However, there is something to that feeling of being surrounded by too much mess. My free flowing messy ways in this chaotic house day in and day out, began to transform into hot mess.
If you've spent anytime with me in the last 5 years, you will have heard me describe myself, our life, our house, everything as a hot mess. Well, in an effort to loose the hot mess, I hear by solemnly swear that yesterday will be the last time I refer to myself as that. Well, at least I solemnly swear that I'll try. ;)
I've been living in a sort of self fulfilling prophecy with myself, and the more I awaken to the truth, the more I get these waves to make our spaces true to us, but not chaotic. Life will always be a mess because that's what life is, but it's a beautiful mess much like I've learned to turn my art into, and not a chaotic mess.
As I learn the balance of adult responsibility, care giving, self care, and fun, and the art of tidying up (the book really does inspire some serious action I recommend it) I have learned that life is truly your surroundings. Between the people, decorations, clutter, excess, balance, music, food, TV, books, etc. What you ingest on a daily basis, whether it be plain white walls or inspired, meaningful art covered walls, or it be, fast food for meals or real food cooked infused with love, whether it's relationships that nurture or drain you; you will see how much these outside factors are shaping your life.
Take control. If you are feeling uninspired, or overwhelmed, or in a state of hot mess express; take a look at your surroundings. What are you ingesting? Look I consider it a blessing that I'm able to write a blog like this. Our eyes are being opened up to the extreme poverty and suffering happening around the world. It's a blessing I even have a home to be revamping. It may have it's many old home problems, but it keeps Steve and I safe and healthy. I'm so thankful and for that reason I'm also very conscious of my impact when revamping my spaces. Everything you could want already exists, plus the character and charm of antique pieces are so much more meaningful than some mass produced woopty doo made in some factory somewhere, that you see in thousands of other homes probably with the same vase and floral arrangement. Also, if you're going to get rid of something donate, or sit it in your garage for years and years until you finally get around to donating it. *cough, not calling myself out or anything. ;)
Choose your surroundings, and be mindful about the impact your every choice makes. That's been my biggest lesson to a life that feels balanced, meaningful, and happy. People are always asking why I'm so happy? Here's just 1 of the many reasons. That, along with, I'm healthy, able bodied, I have a voice, I can breathe on my own, I have food to eat today, oh and tomorrow, I have electricity, I am growing food, people care about me, flowers exist, so do dogs, birds, squirrels, Steve, Steve, Steve, okay....you get the point.
perspective
I used to dread Monday and Thursday mornings. It seemed no matter how hard I would try, I would find myself unable to sleep well the night before, and during Steve's bath I would be in the moment trying to absorb some of the pain from Steve, that by the end of the 40 minutes I would feel so sick that I would need to lie down.
This happened for months, I would try to meditate the night and morning before to be in the right space, I would actively seek the positive to try to change my attitude on it; I tried all my tricks on turning my negative reaction around, but nothing seemed to help ease the dreaded bath times. Things of course got worse before they got better...
"Did you see this sore back here?" Monica asked during Steve's bath one slow moving day in April.
"No?" I'm immediately concerned she never has me look at his booty, "Here can you come hold him so I can look."
My heart sinks. That's easily a stage 4, I think to myself. She can tell by the look on my face, that I'm concerned. As the reality sinks in, and several people are added to the list of people looking at my husbands butt, while I'm standing beside them, grows. Actively making a plan of wound care 5 days a week.
"I won't live through this," Steve says seriously concerned.
'He might be right,' I'm thinking trying to come up with the right words. "Yeah babe it is going to take all you have, but if you want to you can do this. Remember what all you've overcome thus far. You can do this." Really believing the words as they were coming out. "Plus who knows maybe all this moving will loosen up some junk in those lungs, and get your body used to moving." We both smile.
Perspective change.
Each wound care/turn after this began a little easier, and a little less dreadful. The wound was real, the pain was real, the time and energy we would be spending on wound care was real, all very real very heavy. However, we started making it through, without falling apart because instead of seeing this as, "It's so awful I have to move him so much," "It's not fair he has to go through this," or "man my back hurts from doing two days of this in a row." It was now, "Wow look how much your lungs are allowing you to clear," "Your hips just bent in a way they haven't done in 3 years," & "That went really well actually..."
Changing our perspective of the reality that really we weren't going to change. Wounds take so long to heal, it's not like we could just trade this reality for a new one. We could have continued to dread wound care and baths that we were doing 5 days a week and now do only 3, but that's not the life either of us had in mind for ourselves.
Writing this after a 45 minute bath and wound care session, I feel grateful. Grateful for another chance to help send healing love into Steve's wound while I cleaned it, put my love infused magical cream, and bandaged him up; all while laughing and chatting with my nurse aide, because Steve was laying on his side, with manageable amounts of pain, instead of inconsolable like he once was with moving.
Suddenly wound care is another thing we do with intentions of healing, and it's not dreadful. It's not a picnic of course, but it's manageable. It doesn't make me sick and it certainly doesn't ruin Steve's day anymore. In fact on off days, Steve wants rearranged. Not in over a year would Steve allow you to move him if he didn't absolutely need it.
With that perspective change, this wound became our new norm without destroying us. In fact, it only made us stronger, and much much more patient people.
If you're struggling with something in life, try a shift in perspective. Trust me, it can change any situation. Any.
This happened for months, I would try to meditate the night and morning before to be in the right space, I would actively seek the positive to try to change my attitude on it; I tried all my tricks on turning my negative reaction around, but nothing seemed to help ease the dreaded bath times. Things of course got worse before they got better...
"Did you see this sore back here?" Monica asked during Steve's bath one slow moving day in April.
"No?" I'm immediately concerned she never has me look at his booty, "Here can you come hold him so I can look."
My heart sinks. That's easily a stage 4, I think to myself. She can tell by the look on my face, that I'm concerned. As the reality sinks in, and several people are added to the list of people looking at my husbands butt, while I'm standing beside them, grows. Actively making a plan of wound care 5 days a week.
"I won't live through this," Steve says seriously concerned.
'He might be right,' I'm thinking trying to come up with the right words. "Yeah babe it is going to take all you have, but if you want to you can do this. Remember what all you've overcome thus far. You can do this." Really believing the words as they were coming out. "Plus who knows maybe all this moving will loosen up some junk in those lungs, and get your body used to moving." We both smile.
Perspective change.
Each wound care/turn after this began a little easier, and a little less dreadful. The wound was real, the pain was real, the time and energy we would be spending on wound care was real, all very real very heavy. However, we started making it through, without falling apart because instead of seeing this as, "It's so awful I have to move him so much," "It's not fair he has to go through this," or "man my back hurts from doing two days of this in a row." It was now, "Wow look how much your lungs are allowing you to clear," "Your hips just bent in a way they haven't done in 3 years," & "That went really well actually..."
Changing our perspective of the reality that really we weren't going to change. Wounds take so long to heal, it's not like we could just trade this reality for a new one. We could have continued to dread wound care and baths that we were doing 5 days a week and now do only 3, but that's not the life either of us had in mind for ourselves.
Writing this after a 45 minute bath and wound care session, I feel grateful. Grateful for another chance to help send healing love into Steve's wound while I cleaned it, put my love infused magical cream, and bandaged him up; all while laughing and chatting with my nurse aide, because Steve was laying on his side, with manageable amounts of pain, instead of inconsolable like he once was with moving.
Suddenly wound care is another thing we do with intentions of healing, and it's not dreadful. It's not a picnic of course, but it's manageable. It doesn't make me sick and it certainly doesn't ruin Steve's day anymore. In fact on off days, Steve wants rearranged. Not in over a year would Steve allow you to move him if he didn't absolutely need it.
With that perspective change, this wound became our new norm without destroying us. In fact, it only made us stronger, and much much more patient people.
If you're struggling with something in life, try a shift in perspective. Trust me, it can change any situation. Any.
In the shadow
And when you're basking in that light
and all your good features shine
All the darkness is out of sight
Because that light is so divine
The real is hidden in the shadows
That people don't look close enough to see
The real you that no one but you knows
The real you, who you feel you can't just be
Then someone comes along
and looks at you just right
Seeing all the weak and strong
and all the dark and bright
They tell you they love you, enough that it shows
They open your heart to the way they see
that even in the shadows
Lies a beautiful me.
*******
Today I wanted to share a poem I wrote about Steve finding beauty in my shadows. It's a new thing for me to share poems, even though I write a few a week. As a kid I wrote them all the time, and would beam with joy when my mom would get them published. Somewhere along the way I allowed people to convince me that I wasn't good enough to write poems.
I'm sharing this because it makes me vulnerable, and in order to keep growing and expanding, I need to keep sharing. Stay open, stay raw, stay me.
Also, sharing this because I took a photo in my garden that immediately reminded me of this poem, so i'll leave you with this, and the photo.
Like a lion I roar....only after I release.
This blog was 5 different very poorly written blogs, before it became this one today. I would write a few crap sentences and look down at the clock ticking away in the bottom right corner of the screen. I couldn't believe it, I was sitting here for a full hour, writing garbage sentence after garbage sentence.
After walking a few laps around my yard, trying to take in new scenery hoping to change the energy I was feeling; as I sit down to type something, that I was sure would be more advanced than a kindergarten sentence, I hear "I'm up" through the monitor.
As I walk in the room making eye contact with Steve, I immediately start releasing all the pent up feelings in tears. The frustration, lack of inspiration, the pent up energy, the disappointment, the claustrophobia, the.....all of it. Most of it pouring out in incoherent words and run on sentences. As I was done, my tear stained eyes looked at Steve's who's were darting across his tobii writing me words to help me feel better.
After 20 minutes of good exchanges and our morning routine, I walked back outside to sit and blog. I look at the screen and read the words I had managed to type earlier. I had typed all about the new moon in Leo and letting your inner fiery roar out, and I start laughing. Much like you see women acting out a full emotional break down on TV. I mean I'm in tears I'm laughing so hard. Once I catch my breath, I'm able to see it all clearly.
Steve without knowing it was my hero today (he usually is, so this part isn't surprising), with his sweet eyes and presence this morning, I was able to find release. The release I needed of all the uninspired, frustration I was carrying around. The release of all the yucky, so that I could go about the rest of my day feeling fresh, hopeful, and even at ease.
So many times, I'm trying to shift my feelings by simply changing my mood to better. I seek inspiration in the birds, changes of scenery, in words, art, etc; when really I need to release the other emotions before there's space for the new. Here I was trying to add emotions on top of emotions and instead of anything funneling out, the excess was boiling over.
Release. How often I forget to release. Acknowledging and feeling the emotions weren't enough, I needed to release them. So today as I feel the lightness of the recent release, I was fortunate enough to experience this morning, I want to leave you with a song; by our very talented and dear friend Gareth Asher all about that release.
What do you need to release? Let it all go, and if it helps, embrace the Leo energies and release it in a nice big roar. Then maybe have a chuckle at yourself, because releasing the tense energies, allows room for the play again.
After walking a few laps around my yard, trying to take in new scenery hoping to change the energy I was feeling; as I sit down to type something, that I was sure would be more advanced than a kindergarten sentence, I hear "I'm up" through the monitor.
As I walk in the room making eye contact with Steve, I immediately start releasing all the pent up feelings in tears. The frustration, lack of inspiration, the pent up energy, the disappointment, the claustrophobia, the.....all of it. Most of it pouring out in incoherent words and run on sentences. As I was done, my tear stained eyes looked at Steve's who's were darting across his tobii writing me words to help me feel better.
After 20 minutes of good exchanges and our morning routine, I walked back outside to sit and blog. I look at the screen and read the words I had managed to type earlier. I had typed all about the new moon in Leo and letting your inner fiery roar out, and I start laughing. Much like you see women acting out a full emotional break down on TV. I mean I'm in tears I'm laughing so hard. Once I catch my breath, I'm able to see it all clearly.
Steve without knowing it was my hero today (he usually is, so this part isn't surprising), with his sweet eyes and presence this morning, I was able to find release. The release I needed of all the uninspired, frustration I was carrying around. The release of all the yucky, so that I could go about the rest of my day feeling fresh, hopeful, and even at ease.
So many times, I'm trying to shift my feelings by simply changing my mood to better. I seek inspiration in the birds, changes of scenery, in words, art, etc; when really I need to release the other emotions before there's space for the new. Here I was trying to add emotions on top of emotions and instead of anything funneling out, the excess was boiling over.
Release. How often I forget to release. Acknowledging and feeling the emotions weren't enough, I needed to release them. So today as I feel the lightness of the recent release, I was fortunate enough to experience this morning, I want to leave you with a song; by our very talented and dear friend Gareth Asher all about that release.
What do you need to release? Let it all go, and if it helps, embrace the Leo energies and release it in a nice big roar. Then maybe have a chuckle at yourself, because releasing the tense energies, allows room for the play again.