It’s been a while since I recalled that time before I was born. That time when I got to pick and choose which gifts I wanted to bring to Earth. Yeah… that time. Do you remember?
I remember why I chose my particular parents. I won’t bore you with the details, but let’s just say that when I was 4 years old I was as fluent in reading music as I was in English.
[Continue Reading]You ARE what you believe.
You ARE what you think.
You ARE what you do.
You ARE what you ARE so who ARE you?
Every now and then, when the panic sets in, I remind myself to breathe.
B R E A T H E
And yet, in that stillness that I so desire and require, I must create.
I literally have to force myself to go to bed before midnight because I’m quite sure I’d be up until sunrise writing and painting and musicing. All night long.
[Continue Reading]I am filled with so much certainty, so much innate power, so much magic, so much goddess vibes.
I am a High Priestess who walks this Earth as her sovereign self, honouring the divine as within, so without. [Continue Reading]
I’m sure I’ve mentioned this several times, but I have a 3 year old who is pretty crap at sleeping. In the 3.5 years he’s graced us with his presence, he has never slept for longer than 4 hours. And he only did that twice. Last year.
So you can imagine my inner meditator’s delight when I ask him what would help him sleep and he asks to do some “imagining”. [Continue Reading]
I choose to follow the path less travelled.
I choose to honour my self.
I choose to walk this Earth as my sovereign self.
I choose to embody the High Priestess that I am.
I choose to BE.
I am that I am.