![]() I delight in the imperfection of my life. ![]() I boldly defy the lies and stories I tell myself that I am not good enough or that I’m alone. Set a declaration and see if that adds fuel to your jets. Growth and change require patience and practice. I frequently use declarations to set me on my path. In the face of challenge, in the arena of growth, in the brambles of pain are you able to cultivate defiant joy? What will it take to stand in the truth of what is occurring and still be a champion for joy? Have I been lulled into a life of accepting a life of being sorta happy and dragging my soul baggage around? I admit that I’ve questioned my ability to heal, forgive, move on, let go. The buckets of tears spilled on my yoga mat are my transformational training street cred.Īs one program, course, intensive, coaching session ended I found a new alley to look down and shine light on. I’m not sure I’d have spent tens of thousands on transformative trainings if I didn’t think I had some profound spiritual wounds to heal. I’m in the business of getting real, so I’d come clean. I have to work against the guilt that comes over me when a complaint passes over my well fed, well loved lips. Heck, I could easily spin it that my life was perfect, apart from all the crappy stories I made up.Īnd yet, if I’m rooted down and able to look back objectively there were some dark holes, some brambles, some pricks and stains. When I heard these two words spoken together, I got shivers all over.
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