Unbelievable how much I feel these words. When we don't live our authenticity, this is exactly what it really feels like, a body with no soul, a corpse that only knows how to walk, a shell that moves without purpose, a broken record stuck on repeat. But the moment we make space for that truth in our heart, stoke the fire in our solar plexus, even just bit by bit, and let our voice speak, the truth becomes contagious. It spreads through our energy, flowing through every channel of our body, and we finally feel alive again.
awww. thanks for coming over to read. I get you sister. I am glad it resonated. you got this. small steps - listening to your heart and asking for guidance. now I’m 12 years from those times and I’ve never gone back.
Love, love, love!
"Separated from my body.
For too long. Even as a dancer"
Unbelievable how much I feel these words. When we don't live our authenticity, this is exactly what it really feels like, a body with no soul, a corpse that only knows how to walk, a shell that moves without purpose, a broken record stuck on repeat. But the moment we make space for that truth in our heart, stoke the fire in our solar plexus, even just bit by bit, and let our voice speak, the truth becomes contagious. It spreads through our energy, flowing through every channel of our body, and we finally feel alive again.
"I can write them as I want.
I used to filter the nonsense . . .
the pain of my youth
in case I’d be found out..
but I’d like to let it fly now."
<3 <3
awww. thanks for coming over to read. I get you sister. I am glad it resonated. you got this. small steps - listening to your heart and asking for guidance. now I’m 12 years from those times and I’ve never gone back.
12 years...can't say I am not envious! (Assuming 12 years from now, we'll be laughing at this comment on substack)
aww. well it really is those little steps then you look back and go. Wow. how far we've come. You got this. and yes you'll be cracking up!