The morning is tender with me.
I am sensitive, shivering at the kiss of the cool autumn breeze, trembling with longing.
For what?
It slips in on music, as it often does, softening my soul, beckoning me to listen.
Dramatic, strange, beautiful words spill over lyrical guitar, like an eternal child whispering in my ear.
You know how words can be perfectly chosen to describe an emotion
But sometimes, we should just invent some new ones,
don’t you think?I mean, one word to explain your own feeling,
This feeling that you are protected and loved“close your eyes my little girl and feel the wind dancing on you skin, feel how everything is possible”
What I hear is not contained in the lyrics.
The song plucks my heartstrings until its melody reaches my ears. My heart says:
Sing your song.
Shine your light.
You were born for this.
It’s in the audacity to make music the critics call “off-kilter, weird and oddly brilliant.” Painting with sound in colors no one else dares to use. Creating beautiful sounds that startles awake what’s been long sleeping.
It’s what I want to do, too.
Be me. Doing what I love. Sharing it with you.
Like this.
Writing poetry without purpose. Telling stories because they make my eyes sparkle. Dancing the awakening beauty.
Maybe you want this, too?
Do you know where that voice lives, the inspiration for what you’re here to create?
You won’t find it in stale records of your mind, the beliefs telling you to stay small and safe. No one can teach it to you.
It already lives in your heart. It shows the way through desire, the kind that rises up unbidden, refusing to be contained.
Yesterday, a client drew out the offering of their heart at the core of their work. It came through as:
Healing with love
They wanted to push it away because it felt “too soft.”
Who told us love was soft and weak?
Who taught us the heart was an unreliable guide?
The human heart beats 100,000 times a day, pumping 2,000 gallons of blood through 60,000 miles of blood vessels.
Every day, your heart produces enough energy to power a truck for 20 miles. Over a lifetime, it could drive that truck to the moon and back.
Your heart, both physical and spiritual, is what brings aliveness.
Love is the power of creation itself, moving through you.
I don’t know the point of this rambling message that’s two parts poetry, one part sermon.
Or maybe I do.
Wake the fuck up.
Wake up!
You are here to be you – bold, weird, on fire with possibility.
Stop hiding behind your story. Let it out.
You are the one you’ve been waiting for.
If you’re ready to become what you already are and let the rest of us see the divine mess of your brilliance…
Join me in the DragonHeart Portal. Sessions have been extended through the month of November.
Book your DragonHeart Portal Session here.
Yours in love and play,
Steph
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