I am me.
My authenticity is raw intensity.
I am magic. Powerful.
A force to be reckoned with.
I am love and light.
I run with wolves and dance with the moon.
I chase butterflies and open my heart to change.
I am wildly loyal
and love with my raven heart.
I am opening
to the universal order and trusting my self.
I am a writer.
My witch and my craft are not mutually exclusive. The pen is my wand. My words will heal. Alchemy is real.
The map of my hand fills my life line with poetry. My heart line is no longer beating itself up-my fists have come unclenched from the things that are no longer meant for me.
I am work and working
Process and progress.
I am learning.
Not all things require my energy.
Not all people think the way I do, and this is a blessing.
No is a complete sentence.
I am learning
To be gentle with my confusion.
My feelings guide me, but do not rule me.
Asking for help does not make me weak.
My shadow does not scare me.
I feel fear, but I am not afraid.
I feel angry and hurt.
I am allowed.
I am joy and pleasure.
I am unlearning and
I am healing.
In magic and music and the power of tiny puppies.
I am yoga.
Strong and bendy.
Slow and balanced.
I am embodied.
I am on purpose.