Lately, it has been hot, so I decided to do something that would make life a little easier. I cooked a bunch of different meals in the crock pot, put them into containers, and froze them. That way, when the weather is hot, I wouldn't have to do much cooking. Then a flyer came in from the local Mexican market. They had pineapples, plantains, mangoes, watermelon, cucumbers—fresh fruits and vegetables at really good prices. They also had beef shanks. So after the gym, I had my caretaker take me to the store. I already had plenty of food at home. I had meals in the freezer, food in the refrigerator, and everything I needed. I wasn't going to the store because I was running out of food. But when I got there, something happened. I felt happy. The store was colorful and full of fresh food. I could choose one of this, two of that, three of something else. I wasn't limited to whatever quantity happened to come in a package. I could actually look at what I wanted and decide what I wa...
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When I first stepped onto the spiritual path, I thought I was signing up to become more intuitive, more psychic, more in tune with the universe. You know — third eye open, messages from the divine, floaty light-beam vibes.
Instead, Spirit had other plans.
I didn’t start at the crown. I started at the root — with trauma, survival, safety, and the deep, messy work of clearing out years of fear and pain. Let’s just say I had to go around my ass to get to my shoulders.
Grounding. Healing old wounds. Pulling up weeds that were planted way before I even had words for them. Facing scarcity. Breaking generational patterns. Rewriting the story of my life. Turns out, before you can open your third eye, you’ve got to heal your survival instincts. Before you can fly, you’ve got to unchain yourself from the ground.
And now, after all the clearing and grounding — after reclaiming pieces of myself that were stolen or buried — I’ve landed at the next chapter: the heart.
The truth is, I’ve armored my heart so well it forgot what softness felt like. Trust feels like risk. Vulnerability feels like danger. But everything in my journey keeps pointing me here: heart-centered living, heart math, heart meditations, heart opening. Apparently, this is where I go next.
Grounding through nature has always been easy — she’s been my safe place. But heart work? That’s different. That’s trust. That’s openness. And no, I’m not ripping all my armor off at once. I’m easing into it. On my own terms.
This spiritual journey hasn’t been cute or linear or always Instagram-worthy. It’s raw and real and funny in all the wrong places. I’ve been through the fire and came out with my sense of humor intact. I’m a little weird, a little wild, and totally myself. And that? That’s my magic.
I don’t want to be anyone else. I like me. I’m strong, I’m funny, I’m real. I want to help others while I help myself. I’m ready to stop surviving and start thriving — to choose joy, abundance, and peace. And I’m no longer asking “Why not me?” with despair. I’m saying it now with power.
From the root to the heart, I’m healing from the bottom up — and laughing my ass off the whole way through.
So if you’re ready to start untangling, grounding, and maybe even cracking your heart open a little, come walk with me. We’ll figure it out together — one layer, one laugh, one breakthrough at a time.
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