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My vibration is love. ❣️
Everything on the outside is just an extension of that energy. I boldly celebrate both my light and wild— and set them free. 🔥☀️🔮
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$I was born in Madrid, Spain. At the age of three, I stepped up with my tiny red shoes onto the big plane that would take me to the United States. My mom and dad were separating, and flying back to the states to be with my mom’s family, was the agreed solution. - I could feel the skip of my mom’s heart beat, as she buckled me into my seat. I remember clearly her loving smile, while also smelling the dread she swallowed. My older sister’s seat was drenched from accidentally wetting herself due to the fear and stress. The plane took off and I closed my heart’s eyes. ~ - I was eighteen when I flew back to reconnect with my father again. (Not at the fault of my mom, but more that the law didn’t allow divorce in Spain at the time, so things were complicated… and my mom didn’t want to take the chance of losing us.) All reasons that made sense to my mind, but not to my confused little heart. _ I can remember that first meeting with him, and noticing that we shared the same laugh. I remember my tight-fist resolve that I wouldn’t cry when I saw him. I have a distinct recall of forcing a hug and hoping my heart wouldn’t betray my need to feel numb. - I wanted to hate him and not let him in. I wanted desperately to wallow in my victim story of not being fought for. I felt immense pride in that story, and it had defined me. I had righteously held onto that belief for many years and it had fueled many creative projects and dramatic scenes in my head—and in real time. - But instead, I saw a man who looked like I {felt} when I was placing my tiny foot on that plane. I dove beyond the sullen sadness in his brown eyes and found a pure innocence. I wanted to be right and cross my arms over my chest, but all I could hear in my head were the words my mom had taught me… “Forgiveness sets us free, otherwise we’re all enslaved.” - So, I watered the fire I was holding in my veins with a torrent of unstoppable tears. In that hug and forgiveness arrived a deeper understanding of why I had chosen him as my father. I knew, in his absence, that he had taught me the true art of letting go. I also knew that my heart could see again through a new lens. The lens of compassion.❣️$

I hope you’re experiencing and breathing with your wilder/raw sides this 🌕 full moon. I hope you are not finding the need to suppress it or shove if down (as you might have once upon a time)🔥.
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It is serving a rich purpose this week. To allow you to integrate your inner polarities. To trust that your wild is guiding you to your wiser, less tamed, truth. Perhaps you give permission to be less concerned with the glares of others’ approval. Maybe even letting yourself approve of yourself?! 😉
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Let it breathe. Give it permission. Integrate. 🙏

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