Awaken

 

Awaken to Your Own Authority

Action Steps Anyone? 

What can you do to deepen your walk of listening to yourself in this lifetime?

Where are you being called to trust yourself?

Trusting an inner voice—and feeling beloved, over and over again, despite self-doubts .

Grab a journal or write your answers on the blackboard of your heart

Where do you listen to other people (or statistics or media) instead of your own knowing sense?

 Where have you chosen to follow your own heartbeat - what has been your experience?

Every curve of the road is guiding you.

Every tree knows your step.

Every bit of sky is whispering clues to you.

This Mysterious, Brilliant Love is drawing you forward, rooting for you, investing in you, chanting for your fruition.

It is in the nature of your destiny to lead you to your destiny. 

Every circumstance you are in is a chosen conversation designed for your good. 

There is a scent to follow. 

 

Every butterfly is telling you something necessary.

The wind is pushing you in the right direction.

The rain is a wild unfettered priest dousing your existence in holy water.

Everything is in your favor.

The moments of realizing this are worth a lifetime. Really, it’s one thing to be alive. It is a whole other thing to be awake.

As I continue to grow my work, my message, my reach and my life, like those who are just beginning this path—I find myself  on the “hero’s journey,” the walk into a mythical forest.  It’s dark and dank and on so many days I wonder what the hell I was really following. 

Maybe I don’t want to be a hero.

Maybe I just want to be saved.

Worse yet, maybe I’m not following anything except a delusion– and now something stinky, clawed, and real is following me.

Then there are those other days.

These are the days when you walk through the darkness, resolved, accepting the fate you chose.

You decide to bet EVERYTHING  on your own life.

You call yourself a pilgrim instead of a fool.

You walk deeper into your life.

Then , just a few steps further from the darkest patch of forest, you come upon a clearing, a meadow, a thousand yellow buttercups, or red Indian paint brush and the sun gleams in a way that paints your name, your nick name, on each petal of every flower and you know in an undeniable way that you are exactly where you are meant to be; it’s a greater sense of security than any amount of money could offer you.

It’s hitting the mother of all jackpots, the great sweet Power Ball of the Universe. 

This is the adventure of your lifetime. I don’t want you to miss it.

You are a pioneer in your life.

It is as though you are discovering the Wild, Wild West. 

There are no sign posts, Starbucks, or convenience stores.

Garmin has no idea where the hell you are—because, honey, you are so off the map.

There is a black, black night with 8 million greedy stars dotting the sky. There is

nakedness, the power of nothing extra or untrue. 

Though you feel alone or as though you will never know how to get to your goals, know this—you have never been less alone. 

Without the distraction of the world’s guidance, you can finally hear your own undivided genius.