Sorry for the resend, but the links in the original email were wrong! Well I do talk about perfection not being the measure of whole life. Anyway, here it is again.
Corrected.
Hello Beautiful,
***Before I jump into my musings here, I want to let you know I am again offering Intuitive Love Notes this February. A personalized message from the unseens to your tender heart. More information is below. I do hope you check it out.***
I am completely in the glow of the Super Moon, Blue Moon, Blood Moon! I woke up just in time to watch it out of
my bedroom window early, early this morning. It was an intimate and magical thing to be warm and snuggled in bed watching this mystery of nature unfold. I ventured outside to soak in the moonbeams for just a bit before the cold drove me back to my cozy bed.
I purposely didn't read up on the significance of this particular confluence
of lunar events, wanting to let my body and psyche find her own way with it. I talk a lot about flow and rhythm and finding your personal way and it has become clear I need to circle deeper on the spiral into what that is for me. Not just about work and sleep and nourishment, but about my emotions and moods, my authority and creativity, my voice in the world. This is a strong emerging theme this
year. What are you noticing about the new year? Any themes or patterns?
Speaking of the new year, I am finally landing in to this one. It takes me a while. I've learned, and given myself permission, to take my time. Not force any new changes on myself. I simmer. Enjoy the winter dark and cold. I cocoon. I do my best to only respond to that which has a deep and aligned pull. I
notice where this is challenging and why.
This beginning year it has been about two things. One is a simple and gentle sugar detox to help my body find her rhythm after months of stress, illness, and holiday wackiness. I know. I just
said I didn't jump into big New Years changes and what is more New Years resolution-y than diet changes! And I resisted this because I rebel against the rigid and shaming food and body messages steeped in this culture. I also resist the whole resolution, turn your life on a dime setup for failure this is. I didn't even want to talk about it, not wanting to open the flood of opinion and judgment and comparison. But I noticed it all and listened to my body. She was speaking loudly
through aches and fogginess, dark moods and even worse than normal sleep. Then there is that core intuitive clarity
that just gets louder when ignored. So I stepped in. Sometimes my revolutionary, heretical path looks on the outside just like undermining societal trappings. I am glad I didn't let this be the reason I didn't listen to my body wisdom. So much has been revealed and not just
about the ins and out of sugar.
Wholeness presents itself through choices in many guises, but never through inflexibility.
The
second huge pull this month is roots. I am obsessed with roots. I am repotting many houseplants and rooting cuttings. My crazy houseplant lady is taking over! It is such a metaphor for the space, growth, and nourishment I am craving. Seeing the network of life usually below the surface is affirming and completely fascinating. It is an intimate exploration of the hidden that seems so appropriate for the dark of winter when it can seem as
if nothing at all is alive and moving. What is it to have strong roots? Where are you rooted?
What is a rooted life?
I have no
deep or pivotal insight or epiphany here, just some wonderings and exploring I wanted to share. These are some tiny steps and noticing that will craft the next phase of unfolding. These are stories worth telling also. I want more space for these stories to be told and heard. These small, maybe insignificant stories are the tiny, hair like roots that actually take in the water and minerals of the soil of life, the
nourishment that feeds a whole life.
What is feeding you? Will you hit reply and let me know?
Before I say goodbye until next time, will you take a look below and see if an Intuitive Love Note would be a bit of soul
magic for your tender heart?
Much love to you,
Sandi
