Little people, big dreams.
Because I know the universe is talking to me, sending me kind remember me & believe in magic reminders.
Simone de Beauvoir, Coco Chanel, Joséphine Baker, Maya Angelou painted as little girls with big dreams. Visions. Passion. Thrive. And guts.
These little girls became strong & inspiring women. Reading their short bios this morning made me realise some things.
My soul longs for creation.
I really DO want to write a book. Create a meaningful legacy. Inspire people. Share my passion. I tend to forget this.
My mind becomes lazy & my ego fools the heart.
By telling me it is too late to become a writer.
Do we become writers?
When can I call myself a writer?
Am I not already a strong & inspiring woman?
Am I not already writing? Since... years?
Those short biographies are precious wake up calls. What those girls did was to follow their heart AND believe. In their core values. They somehow knew that living their truth was nonnegotiable.
I thought of my friend Jen Pastiloff. And her book On being human. She wrote & published it when she was older than me so... I still can do it too... right?
I also learnt, well remembered, that as a child we have this vivid magical heart and we don't question if it is possible or not.
We try.
We play.
We make it work, somehow.
We change our minds.
And try again.
If weird adults let us be children and live our magic, we never fail at playing & create new things.
As a decade tends to its end, I am in reflection mood. I have millions of thoughts.
Some are written down, some are spoken out, some stay locked up (but long to escape this dark mad place called mind).
Today, I start this wonderful Rauhnacht ritual (really don’t know how you call it in english?). You could also call it super- manifestation- days-time-of-the-year.
It’s a magical time. And I am grateful beyond words that my day not only started with coffee this morning.
I hope my heart & soul will consistently remind me of taking a pen and write whenever thoughts come up.
I also believe that every body has a story to tell. Words are magical tools...spells.
We don’t become writer.
Some of us are just paying more attention to the music of our heart #channelingwaynedyer
Ram Dass died 2 days ago. I am in awe when I think what he left for us. But I also do believe he did not do it on purpose.
He just lived out his truth.
Walked his talk.
And this was the inspiring part. Shining your light remembers others that they are able (and have the right!) to do it too.
The little girls on Neyla’s game for sure were not expecting to be sold on a memory deck in 2019!
They were just believing.
In their magic.
They followed their heart.
And did it very well without following 1K people on social media.
So why is it that some women became known all over the world? How did they do this? Well...my guess is...they just DID.
They were not concerned about the result. By that I mean...they did not had the ambition to be famous. Did they want to change the world and make it a better place? Yes
But they certainly were not planning on getting the fame & the prizes some of them got.
So, was I also was able to remind myself of this morning is: we have to believe.
We have to let our children be magical.
Our children ARE the light.
They are the inspiration.
Inspiration & miracles are everywhere. Sure we can manifest them AND we can open our hearts & eyes and feel them right in front of us.
For life is miracle in itself. It’s a living, creative force everyone has rooted in himself, herself.
Last time I did Rauhnächte (2018) I manifested, well I wanted to focus more (2019) on creation. And writing.
I created a lot.
Heartseeds.
My podcast.
My (little) business.
And I wrote.
But not enough. (BS, right Jen?)
I deeply feel that I can honour my writing so much more.
I have bought so many books. Read so many beautiful thoughts & pages but not showing really the respect I should to my OWN words
Maybe the universe wanted me to remember this.
Today.
For every day is a new chance to create. Whatever we want to.
Will I still manifest things & invite them in my life? For sure!
But I also will channel more often my inner child. Give this little girl, time & space for her dreams to expand. And then come back. To life. Our life.
#2020moonyear-yes!
Tiny seed written on 25-12-2019
Seeds from heart-to-heart.