The day has been spent researching friendships, thoughts of friendships….and no this isn’t that blog. I am learning to sit with my thoughts a bit better space to move out of my comfort zone when it comes to blogging. Last year rested my pen in hand…just rested. I wrote some in journals. I barely blogged on here. I even admit the drive to do the Master Class with Judy Blume is at 25 percent. So the purpose of this blog would be just to write…something…anything. I miss the writer in me. It is some of the reason I took a Facebook hiatus for all of Winter. If I wasn’t paying attention to more than one social media than maybe I would unlock my throat chakra, be mindful but more importantly keep standing in what feels true to me.
This should be a disclaimer blog. A warning if you are a sensitive soul to what I say. Because I am laying down the fear of saying what is sitting on the spirit. That fear burns down in my grateful candle. Holding fucking fear because someone may not speak to you or take the wrong way as though the only thing you have to do in life is ponder their silence for the sake of writing about them. Please. I am more evolved than that. This Mississippian coastal gal is just over here holding a seated yoga pose, not breath in offending anyone.
I spent the better part of 2018 rooting change, embracing change in such an intense way that my writing took a back seat. But never went away. The craving to mix words, the missings of text with those who got your wordsmithing without questions, the ever thinking soul you are holding it all in to understand what you’d wanna say to begin with, speak with grace, true heart….you know, is rising in me. Sometimes in life we truly must be quiet, uncomfortable, and let the lip-twitch to understand you are not stroking out, YOU ARE JUST WAKING THE FUCK UP! YOUR VOICE IS THERE! YOU ARE NOT UNCOMFORTABLE WITH YOUR WORDS!
So please remember that when reading further blogs I am learning to take my time in writing, letting myself swim again through waters that seem too cold in Winter, and put out there only the kindest of heart. If you do find what I say resonating with you, or you know for sure I am speaking to you then just sit back and read with the same heart. Maybe then y’all would see my LIGHT…cuz I gotta tell ya, I am a sunshine chaser. Light and Love.
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