Once again, your wisdom, has an other worldly way of timing. I woke this morning to a profound sense of loneliness, quietly and privately shed some tears while soothing my inner little one with gentle affirmations. Being a masterful shock absorber continues to be my game changing teacher to honor to my own tenderness. Thank you sister, for always being there, for trusting my process even when I resist, and always sharing your profound insights to lift this world. I cherish you and our unconditional, forever sisterhood!!!
OK. Big deep breath. Thank you, Natalie, for your profound wisdom, and for your chunks of wacko side-line humor in presenting it. Our entire world needs to hear this, grok it, and live it. Happy Mother's Day to you, my dearest.
Oh Natalie. 🔥Feeling this right in the gut. I needed this on Mother’s Day — a weird day of obligation. I feel that having such a day on the calendar prevents a conversation we need to have as a culture around what you are saying here.
Next year we revolt against the tyrant of false holidays and do Belgium instead or... where was that cool magical place where you sing “and I would walk 500 miles...”?
Once again, your wisdom, has an other worldly way of timing. I woke this morning to a profound sense of loneliness, quietly and privately shed some tears while soothing my inner little one with gentle affirmations. Being a masterful shock absorber continues to be my game changing teacher to honor to my own tenderness. Thank you sister, for always being there, for trusting my process even when I resist, and always sharing your profound insights to lift this world. I cherish you and our unconditional, forever sisterhood!!!
OK. Big deep breath. Thank you, Natalie, for your profound wisdom, and for your chunks of wacko side-line humor in presenting it. Our entire world needs to hear this, grok it, and live it. Happy Mother's Day to you, my dearest.
Oh Natalie. 🔥Feeling this right in the gut. I needed this on Mother’s Day — a weird day of obligation. I feel that having such a day on the calendar prevents a conversation we need to have as a culture around what you are saying here.
Next year we revolt against the tyrant of false holidays and do Belgium instead or... where was that cool magical place where you sing “and I would walk 500 miles...”?
Love this love. Thank you mama! Your work continues to light up my path. 💕💐