Been experimenting with this Melissa spagyric- an alchemical remedy from lemon balm plant. This thing has cracked me open. It is kicking up energy and emotion and its release feels so freeing. I’ve been writing everyday for weeks which I haven’t done in years. The first week I noticed being way more tired and irritable. I was having headaches and nausea, and I felt pressure in my lymph nodes. The second week I have been been crying and expressing things deep inside of me. Admitting things out loud, letting myself be seen and witnessed, realizing I have bypassed a lot of anger by being quick to forgiving.

DAY 10 // If you could go back and take away your hardest times and most painful experiences, would you? I wouldn’t. For I prefer wisdom over comfort. Growth over stagnation. Faith over ease. And authenticity over perfection. Without pain, without adversity, without darkness, there is no catalyst. Evolution requires contrast. So when I’m wishing things were different or easier, I must remind myself that I couldn’t become me if they were different or easier. 🫶🏻

DAY 9 // Quote from The Red Lion Man is the spiritual equinox of the Cosmos. The boundaries of everything meet in him.

DAY 8 // Weightless, a poem🌊 When you’re out there in the water You’re proud to take up space You pull through heavy liquid And feel God’s softness on your face It’s been years of up and down On the scale and in your brain Thinking you failed another time When you see a lot of weight gain The mirrors have grown tired Of catching stares of that shame It gets pretty exhausting Always seeing something that needs change But healing isn’t linear And the female body needs more time It remembers what it’s been through And how much you weigh could never define The woman you have become Transmuting years of pain and frustration I could imagine it gets heavy Carrying that story of complete isolation Some pieces of you Will forever be untold They stay stuffed and hidden And swing your hyper-independence into control That moment in time Still sits deep in your womb Cutting off from vulnerability Means cutting off from love too But out there in the water God restores circulation He sees nothing but perfection And he makes me feel weightless