Birth of a Frog

The labour pains of realizations of what could be and what will never be have been felt by most lately, as the Aquarius moon lit up all the rubbage stored away in the crooks and crannies of our lives. When the moon lights up fully it illuminates the darkness and leads a light further into our soul and deepest desires. It lights a path for our future, if we are brave enough and remembers to keep breathing through the labour pains of our creative indevours.

The light of the moon was a symbol and reminder of the light in me. I was pushed harder yesterday into sudden labour of F.R.O.G. The reminder to fully rely on God. That no human being can be the one to make my dreams come true, to fully support me and cherish me as I wish to be cherished. This is a job for the mystical and magical and support of The Universe, my God. The birthing of a frog feels disgusting and awful. Your limits are pushed to the maximum depths of frustration, tears and into ultimate Surrender.

Maybe you have birthed more than one F.R.O.G in your life, I know I have. What a humbling experience to reflect on the forgetfulness of our human brains. But also the beauty in our forgive fullness to ourselves if we allow it. To fully rely on God, is where I feel most aligned and powerful. To know I am at the mercy of the laws of the Universe and so deeply and uncomprehensible loved by Cosmic Energy, is where I like to reside within myself. Let this be a reminder to breathe through the pains and give into the transformation that is about to happen, steadfast through the surrender process and remember to fully rely on God.

Humbled.

“Make a plan, make God laugh.”

I had all the intentions in the world to write a creative piece this weekend. It was going to be all about the class, Working with Crystals, I had attended. The Universe had different plans for me. I had an impromptu visit from a new friend and a sharp heating sensation growing in my chest. The visit was enjoyable, but the fire started to burn like razor blades in my throat. Morphing into the Flu and complete body exhaustion.

Still having the narrative in my head about writing the anticipated post. I felt frustrated and defeated. I could not physically muster up the strength to write and express what I wanted to say. After trying to force a post out of my system, a horrible nights sleep and a doctors visit. I came to the humbling realization, to once again accept my physical limitations and perfectly-Imperfect Humanness.

As much as I want to write posts daily, the Cosmos are saying slow down and more will be revealed. Maybe a new direction, or maybe to realign my writing with the Authenticity of my Soul. Who knows, whatever it may be, Im putting my Ego in check. Slowing down, being patient and taking time to heal. Lastly, throwing all my expectations of what I think is suppose to happen… out the window and Surrendering, once again, to the Divine plans of the Universe.