In my quest for rituals I discover what I don’t need. I don’t need to know what I am letting go of. I don’t need to know what I will receive. Instead, I need to trust.
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Macro photos of yellow california poppy on the rocks and pink magnolia petal on green grass. Clearly, I have more work to do. I don’t want it to hurt.
Macro photos of golden swirling water and of pink peony on blue sky. Beyond emblazoned upon each – a dedication to my word for the year and all it will mean.
Macro photo of pink columbine with white snow-on-the-mountain behind. Release is an idea whose blossoms kaleidoscope with colours and angles rare and exotic.
Macro photo of pink magnolia flower. Your heart is the World: full, perfect, complete. See it for its beauty, for its wholeness, for its lush happiness.
Macro photo of blue butterfly with orange spots a top tiny pink flowers. Shame’s stealthy homecoming has pulled my heart under, yet we will fly again.
The question in my doubts broke my heart open, letting the butterflies float in to carry the doubt away. Believe Your Heart. Speak Your Truth.
What is a spiritual practice? For me it is sending butterflies. It’s doing what I love, then doing it again. Until the butterflies are always there for us.