Mingling with the Moon
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Sleep sweetly, dear empath
“In time, you will learn to untangle the tongue, To face the truth that’s been living in your throat.” The words by Upile Chisala are what I commit to resolve this year. To untangle my tongue and learn and say the things I've been meaning to say.
By Mingling with the Moon 2 years ago in Humans
- Top Story - January 2022
Sleep solutions, especially for empathsTop Story - January 2022
18 January 2022 Some things I learned along the way, and I want to share with you all; written especially for empaths. This story here is for everyone whose eyes come across it. But at the foothold of this story is the remembrance of how though we are all one, let’s just be real here; we all have different sleep schedules. So to know ourselves before we begin this journey, will be the most important thing. As Liv said in the tarot reading I shouldn’t be watching at 01:06 the morning before this is due: “If you don’t like what I say, chuck it away” so just take what you resonate with and leave what you don’t.
By Mingling with the Moon 2 years ago in Longevity
The real me is scared, the remarkable me is posting this
Where do we begin writing the authentic story of ourselves? Whose eyes will these stories fall upon and will they be met with grace? What is the story we are telling, anyway? When will these words be shared, and finally, in the words of John Locke: “How long have you been holding those words in your head, hoping to use them?”
By Mingling with the Moon 2 years ago in Confessions
When Spirit speaks
I knew when she kicked me out, my mother was seeing a sadness, reflected through me, that she couldn’t face that day. She had kept it hidden so long that when the beast became unburied, she could not stand it; could not hold her gaze long enough to look it in the eye. But letting me go, though not without battle scars left from that day, created space for everything that would happen afterwards, to transform. Not immediately, and not always easily. But change came, and when it did, She took my mother with a fierce force, rescued her from her grief, soothed the aches of trauma that had seeped itself into her bones and invited her to breathe again. She swept her up into her arms, held space for her gently, and loosened the taps so the build up of her emotions that formed cancer cells in her uterus, could now flow. So that from the backlog of murky waters, clear streams of consciousness would now be known. I wasn’t there when the floodgates opened for her, yet somehow I know that day well.
By Mingling with the Moon 3 years ago in Families