It’s about the heart this year. No doubt some of you can already feel it. 2018 comin’ in like one giant heart chakra opener. Last year was what we shall kindly call rough for a lot of us. Emotionally, creatively. I caved to thoughts like “maybe writing just isn’t my thing anymore” because I couldn’t come up with a solid reason for my apathy toward my art. I didn’t want to do creative non-fiction. And I could barely look at my book draft. Poor thing sittin’ there all lonely and unedited. Maybe creating and connecting took my muse by the hand and slipped back to her Grecian castle in the sky.
But remember. The muse you seek to whisper in your ear is not outside of you. She lives in your heart. Where your voice rings true and guides you not only home, but to where you need to make your home. We know her voice anywhere the way it jolts us but also feels like a remembering. What is your heart asking you to remember this year?
I’ve pondered this question in the context of purpose lately. What do I bring to the table and how am I meant to communicate it relationally? What I found pricking at me, yes pricking, because good god I’d really rather not – is the idea of self-love and self-compassion. Ugh. We all have an Achilles heel and frankly, that’s mine. An unfortunate and beautiful truth is that we are often the best teachers of what pains us most. The lesson you seem to learn over and over. It appears in different forms, asking you repeatedly, would you like to put this down yet?
Intuitives I’ve worked with tell me that my aura is light pink. My heart chakra is bangin – compassion & love out the wazoo. The cosmic joke being that two seconds later there will be a pause with a creased brow and a very concerned note about needing to redirect that energy back to myself. You need to be kinder to yourself. You need to forgive yourself for how unkind you have been to yourself. Give what you give to others back to yourself.
Easier said than done and all that. While some of the most magical shifts we experience happen in a moment there is something to be said for the slow magic of integration. Change over time. It’s thorough and far more unshakeable. I spitballed an idea toward a friend the other day that I was toying with an Instagram journey for myself with this topic. The next day someone followed me on Instagram that does a #365selflove shenanigan. They kept it simple. A post it with one sentence. I’m going to riff of their idea and keep it a little looser. Maybe one day it’s I love… then the next I showed myself kindness... and so forth.
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