Permission

Waiting for the right conditions

I spent the last few days in Sedona, Arizona with fellow light warriors. One of the theme that kept coming up is that women often tend to wait before speaking. Wait to be asked, wait to have room, wait for the right moment.

My realization : it’s never going to come.

I’ve done that over and over. Silenced my voice because I was scared. Sat in the corner of a room, letting everyone else speak first because I didn’t want to take too much space. Questioned myself about the validity of my thoughts until the window of opportunity was closed. Cried because I would have liked, deep in my heart, to be seen without having to voice my needs.

At the top of a mountain a decision was made: the only permission I need is from myself.

I am sovereign.

I choose.

I get to decide what’s aligned for me.

I get to tell the truth. Even if it’s uncomfortable.

I take inspiration from nature. Nature doesn’t asks for permission.

The tree grows. The eagle soars. The rain and the sun dance to their own tune. The wind gently caresses or destroys whatever is in the way of its power.

Nature simply is.

Sitting in meditation in the womb cave (yes, that’s what its called), I reconnected with my true self. I remembered.

I am of the land, I am of the light.

So are you.

Remember your light and choose yourself.

Waiting time is over.

A view from Mesa Airport vortex