Wake up.
Breathe.
Hug the air with your lungs and notice the beating of your heart as it carries your being over the passing seconds.
Dance with it.
Honor the gift of life with joyful play. Remember what it was like to be a child, careless and free, hopeful and bursting with incredibly massive dreams.
Return to those dreams. Return to days of limitless curiosity. Dare yourself to wonder, to dance, to take up space and use your voice.
Acknowledge the power of your unique existence.
Acknowledge the miracle of being exactly who you are, where you are, in this moment of time.
Let infinity flow through you.
Return to the essence that has no beginning and no end.
You are abundant energy, a drop from the eternal river of love.
You are the embodiment of creation itself. It is only a matter of choosing what you desire to create.
About the Creator
Eden Rowland
Nature - Nourish - Nurture
Medicine stories and songs for the soul.
Your breath is the exhale of the trees.
Let us remember we are all one.
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