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Other Musings
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What if?

It takes more energy to not be you…

Slowly we will walk through green gardens and marvel at this strange and sweet world.

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It takes more energy to not be you…

It takes more energy to not be you…

Slowly we will walk through green gardens and marvel at this strange and sweet world.

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Because you are my delight

I’m always feeling my way along the path. After the fall opening of Flow and the emails attending that, it felt right to return to the love letters. If you read my last letter, just skip to the Love Letter below! If not, keep reading to know why you’re getting a love letter from me….

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When you second guess and perhaps reckon, that maybe…

When you second guess and perhaps reckon, that maybe….

Resistance comes natural—letting go can feel like work…

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It’s not the the day to be practical

It’s not the the day to be practical.

Forget to struggle. Embrace the giggle. Your heart DOES have wings on it.

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Allow goodness to wash the fear that would cloud your eyes…

Allow goodness to wash the fear that would cloud your eyes…

in every water drop, in every ray of light, in EVERYTHING…
your perfection is looking back at you.

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I see you delaying your joy. Doing the ‘should’ stuff

I see you delaying your joy. Doing the ‘should’ stuff

‘I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun. I want to be the one that you want to see….I want to make you feel better. I want to make you feel free.’

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Was Emerson’s or Monet’s work…enough?

Was Emerson’s or Monet’s work…enough?

You concern over time, your talents, your creativity. You question, as one does, are you enough…

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SEE what magic is intended for your life

I dare you to really SEE what magic is intended for your life

We are all quietly and constantly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.

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Hidden among the pages of your life…

Whatever our souls are made of, yours and mine are the same. – Emily Bronte