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There Is Still Plenty of Life to Live

By The Artful Woman
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 the Future Spoke to My Heart

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By The Artful Woman

The other day, I had what I can only call a Satori moment — a sudden burst of awareness that cracked me open just enough to see something I’d been avoiding.

I was sitting there, letting myself drift into joy. I was visualizing the things I want to create — and what my future would look like, all flowing together in ways that light me up. I could feel the happiness start to bubble up inside me. That fizzy, almost electric sensation that says yes, this is the life I’m creating.

Then — boom — shutdown.
I blocked it. Just like that.

A familiar wall.
That subtle, silent sabotage whispering, “Don’t feel too much. Don’t get too excited. What if it doesn’t happen?”

It was as if some hidden part of me whispered, Don’t get your hopes up… what if it doesn’t happen?

I could feel myself shutting the door on joy before it could fully enter.

That lie dressed up like protection.

And then, I said it:
“Do I have a heart wall?”
And suddenly—tears. Full-body truth.

That wasn’t just a question. That was a key.
A code.
A moment when my whole soul leaned in and whispered,
Yes. Yes, you do. And yes, you’re ready now.

I couldn’t stop the emotion. I didn’t want to.
It was a YES from my body. From my heart. From the universe.
A flash of truth that cracked me wide open.

I’m ready to take it down.

So a little sacred heart work? Bring it.
Ugly crying? Fine.
Messy, emotional release? Bring it on.

Because I’ve been through hell and back already — my own body once tried to kill me, so what’s a little vulnerability going to do?

Being a smartass in the middle of a spiritual breakthrough? Always.
I’m not here to perform healing. I’m here to live it — loudly, awkwardly, beautifully.

This is the moment I chose my heart.
Not just to protect it — but to free it.

This isn’t about doubt in my skills or my path.
This is about my heart wall — that invisible shield the subconscious builds to protect us after hurt, loss, or disappointment.
It’s meant to keep pain out, but it also keeps joy, love, and connection at arm’s length.

So I created a ritual — a way to tell my body, my spirit, and my subconscious:
It’s safe now. You can let the wall go.

Heart Wall Releasing Ritual

You’ll need:

  • A selenite wand (or any crystal you feel called to use)

  • A candle or a love-centered crystal like rose quartz

  • A quiet space where you feel safe

Steps:

  1. Set your intention
    Hold your wand and say:
    “I am ready to lovingly release all trapped emotions and protective walls around my heart that no longer serve me.”

  2. Connect with your heart
    Place your hand over your chest. Breathe in for 4, hold for 4, exhale for 6.
    Imagine soft golden or pink light in your heart space.

  3. See the wall
    Picture the wall around your heart — stone, ice, steel, whatever comes to mind.

  4. Release
    With each exhale, imagine a layer dissolving. Whisper:
    “I am safe without this wall. I am open to love, joy, and connection.”

  5. Sweep away the residue
    Using your selenite wand, sweep from the top of your head down to your feet three times, clearing away the old energy.

  6. Fill with light
    Visualize pure white light filling the space where the wall was.
    Let it wrap your heart in safety and warmth.

  7. Close with gratitude
    Thank yourself for the courage to do this. Blow out the candle as a sign of completion.

This isn’t about forcing the future or putting the infinite on a timeline.
It’s about clearing the space so that joy has somewhere to land when it arrives.
And maybe — just maybe — it’s about finally letting myself believe I deserve to feel that joy now.

Ready to Go Deeper?

If this stirred something in you — if you felt that tug in your chest or the welling up of emotion — that’s your heart telling you it’s ready for more.

You don’t have to navigate it alone.
Together, we can work on deeper clearing, deeper unblocking, and releasing the patterns that have kept you from fully stepping into your joy.

✨ Let’s open that door and see what’s waiting for you on the other side.

Begin Your Heart Work → Artful Living Coaching 

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