What’s your why?
Why do you get up in the morning?
Why do you do your work / art?
Why are you kind to one person, one day, and unkind another?
Why are you compassionate with yourself, or not?
Why do you eat what you eat, or not eat what you don’t eat?
Why do you choose this path?
Are these choices supporting and loving the person you are now, and helping you become the person you want to be?
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Photo: @loveluella
Learn to love who you are, so you can be who you want to be.
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There are still some low cost coaching opportunities up for grabs – if you’re interested in a one off or course of sessions to remember how amazing you are and what you’re capable of, send me a dm.
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Photo: @loveluellaphotography
She listened to the wind outside her window, but no longer felt scared.
The wind could no more hurt her than the rest of her dream.
It could bang at the windows of her soul, but could not come in. It was no more real than the other dreams she dreamt, trying to keep herself safe from all the perceived dangers of the world.
Despite knowing for some years that all her thoughts produced form at some level, she only recently realised the power this gave her.
She could choose how she learned. She could choose how to grow.
She could choose what to heal, and how to truly see others.
She could choose to forgive, to not judge, to be humble, and above all, kind.
Every time she fell down on those things, she had the opportunity to learn them again, and try to do better.
The quicker she learned, the easier life became.
It all comes down to this – who did she choose to be?
Thank you @angelo_saltamonte for our conversations – you always inspire me to think more deeply and learn more
And nobody has to walk with you. Ever.
At some point, only Truth will satisfy. A living Truth, renewing itself each and every moment, the wild Truth of the open heart.
When Love and Truth are One, when the Commitment is deeply rooted in the breath, we can finally face each other without resentment, and explode into the most melancholy sunsets, held in the most profound joy.
Walking alone, together, alone. – Jeff Foster