I have been going back and forth lately about abundance. What it means and why do I deserve it? Abundance is promised to us all, it is freely ours for the taking, yet we often leave it behind as we push forward to where we think it may be. I have had a huge lesson lately in abundance, and the ridiculous carrot we turn it in to as we run endlessly on the same old hamster wheel.

This blog has been the worst! Up until this moment, every Monday with out fail, Spirit has guided me on exactly what to write. I never plan them and honestly most are last minute. When I sit, the words just spill out of me. Which brings us to today and I have nothing! I have typed, erased, and typed again about a thousand times. I even got about a paragraph in and my computer shut down. W. T. F. I said those words out loud and with even more gusto than capitol letters can portray and added with it, “what is wrong with me?!” I sat here ready to quit and just let this Monday go by with no blog when it hit me. ME. I am the problem. I am trying to control the narrative and continue with what has been my normal and Spirit is telling me to throw it all away and just type.

When was the last time you actually stopped and thought of your words? Spoken words, written words, typed words, and even words that are thought. All of these words hold immense power. Power over you and power in the effect they have on others. Something I have learned recently is that our words, literal or thought, are energy. The emotion we put in the words hold power as if we physically used them to act out our intention. I am not one to use the bible often but Proverbs 18:21 says it clearly, “Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.” Simply stated, your words hold power and you will get back what you put out. You will eat the fruit of your words, good and bad. We would never choose the most rotten peace of fruit and eat it gladly, so why are we so careless about the energy we spew into the universe? Why are we choosing to reap rotten fruit?

Do you find yourself at a cliff? I know you do, one of you, many of you, I wouldn’t be writing this if you didn’t. I see you, I feel you, I am you! I myself am standing on a cliff, ready to jump, a freefall into the unknown. All I have is my faith. my faith is my wings. For so long in my life I stood there, looking out at where I wanted to be, where I needed to be, but without the ability to jump for it.

Last week I talked all about the mirrors in our life, what they show us and how they see us. Today I am going to talk about our reflection, not just what is reflected back at us, but what we choose to see. I have found that the first step in my healing meant finally seeing me, no filters, no lighting, no photoshop, just raw beautiful messy me. Because it was messy, still is in a lot of ways. The day I decided to face the ugly is the day I finally got to see, really see, all my beauty. There is also something incredibly freeing about finally seeing. Learning that you have been in control of your happiness this whole time means you get to finally change it.

Mirrors. We know them, use them, and most of the time, hate them. Today I am going to talk about the mirrors we don’t see as clearly but somehow see us shockingly clear. Life mirrors are raw and unforgiving. There is no special lighting, magic angles, or filters to protect us from what they shine back at us. We can try and ignore them, very often we do, but they are stubborn little things and they will come back over and over until we stop and face exactly what they are showing us. I thought I had this part down until I got hit in the face with such a mirror this weekend. So while my message on mirrors and how important they are, especially in this day and age, is still incredibly important and valid- I now get to tell it with a big slice of humble pie smashed all in my face.

I always knew I wanted to write about grief, I imagine one blog wont even begin to cover it in it’s entirety, so all I can do is begin. I’m sure some might wonder why it wasn’t one of my first blogs, especially because of what I do. I think I had to come up for air myself with grief. December and January are hard for me, they are my biggest waves and even though I expect them, I still drown. So how fitting that February 1st is Monday, blog day, and here I am soaking wet and sputtering from grief ready to tell you how and why I embrace it.

Who likes starting over? I have found that most people have a pretty negative outlook on starting over. Almost as if starting over means failure somehow. I have always been a bit of a Gypsy, some call it restless, others call it indecisive, I just call it free.

I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching these last few years and forgiveness was my toughest lesson. The one that took the longest to get, and I have to admit, the one I was being the most stubborn with. Don’t get me wrong, forgiveness was something taught to me from a young age. Growing up in church, forgiveness is a big deal. It sadly took me 30 some odd years to finally understand and create a healthy relationship with forgiveness. I don’t know if they taught it wrong, I heard it wrong, or a combination of both. Whatever it was, it was wrong. Wrong in my heart and wrong for my soul.

Being an empath is something I have always been, and something I can finally identify. I wasn’t always aware of the why or the how, but I always knew it was there. In this post I hope that by sharing my story I can clear up some misconceptions about empaths, and encourage others to find their own empathy. Most importantly, to all the closeted empaths that have spent their life feeling alone and crazy, this is for you.

Welcome to my first blog post on my brand new website. I had originally planned to make this blog about my story but Spirit has other plans for me. It’s a new year and the energy of the upcoming year is screaming at me, I will share this with you instead.