My ‘voice’.
Not somebody else’s, not what people want me to say, but the depth of what I want to be sharing..
It took me years to understand how much that voice was craving to exist, to have a place.
Slowly but surely.
A roar coming from the heart.
Honest.
Genuine.
Years to realize how many things I wanted to say but just kept on keeping quiet.
Attracting the beautiful mirrors of wrongness, judgeness, too muchness or shushness.
…
Women, you all know that voice.
The longing for expression is real.
Listen to it.
Deeply at your core there is a voice, your voice, waiting to be unburried, carrying You, your gift, your Medicine.
A unique medicine that touches every resonant part in others and helps them show up.
Serving them.
…
Your voice is important.
Remember it,
Reclaim it,
Own it,
Flow with it-s
…
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Essence
…
and …
Respect it…
Happy women’s day 🌸
Happy Human day 💗