Starving?
Are you starving?
The starving that resembles being stranded on a desolate island, with enough to get by?
But nothing to fuel or nourish yourself beyond mere survival?
Nothing for pure… joy? Bliss? Pleasure?
The starving that comes from 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.
From a lack of possibility.
A lack of a vision for a new reality.
A lack of luster and shine and light.
We are starving ourselves daily, in so many ways.
We are after this sensation of 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, love, admiration, money, safety.
That we do all of the 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, and avoid all of the 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.... in order to get one perceived step closer to that
And end up starving ourselves, depriving ourselves from the true soul food that is here for us in every moment.
It’s time our world, the wild women and love alchemists of this world, start feeding ourselves. Fuck, it’s time we 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞! It’s time we stop tip toeing, playing safe, drawing in the lines, being so structured we completely block out the light. The lust. The sensuality for this divinely perfect life. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.
We are starving ourselves
We starve our bodies.
Calling it health. Calling it wellness.
But behind closed doors ripping apart our flesh and bones, ignoring the soul and spark.
Seasoning ourselves in the mirror with sprinkles of comparison, shame and judgment.
Analyzing, instead of celebrating every little nuance and uniqueness.
judging every square inch, trying to make it “better”
Yet, so desperately trying to avoid that very judgment.
We starve our hearts.
Filling our precious time with tasks and to do lists and numbers to hit. Goals to achieve. Ruminating thoughts of the things you “have to do” that you fucking hate.
Throwing away hour after hour, week after week, and year after year of potential. Of adventure. Of passion. Of true divine life experience.
Because someone told us, to be realistic.
To be smart.
But being realistic & “smart” is creating the most human-less existence.
The most desolate and lonely life experience.
With 85% of people surviving on depression and anxiety medicine and numbing out instead of tuning in.....avoiding pleasure and love, becuase of the pain that might accompany….
People in jobs that make them miserable….
People filled with “should haves” and “could haves” instead of stories…
… do we really believe that old tactic is working for us?
We are allowed- as the love alchemists of this world- we are allowed to change the precedent. Create a new reality.
We starve our minds.
Our beautiful, dynamic, ever evolving minds by consuming information that’s easy, but corrupt.
That’s short and digestible. Void of inspiration.
That’s surface, and empty.
We avoid the discomfort, we fear getting lost in the currents of our minds, so we starve our minds by staying in shallow water.
We starve our intuition and pleasure and divine guidance
We starve our essence; by playing it so fucking safe. (Which is so terrifyingly dangerous)
We play it safe by doing the things we THINK will gain us approval. Credibility. Fame. Money. Success. An “easy” life.
But our energy is depleted, our radiance is muted and our voice is cracking and shaky.
What kind of approval, fame or safety is that?
Truly?
What if it didn’t matter?
What if it didn’t matter?
It ONLY MATTERS because we say it does.
Because no one is changing the message. Changing the relationship. Changing the norm.
What if- it could all be taken away in a second. A single moment?
All of this life?
What if - part of the true beauty, where the real magic and sensuality and uniqueness and adventure happens- is in stepping INTO the discomfort, instead of away from it?
What if by doing that, it becomes... more comfortable? More special?
What if we stop judging ourselves, and the people around us start responding to us differently?
Read that again ^
What is we stop judging ourselves? Ripping ourselves apart? Pouring bottle after bottle of shame all over ourselves?
What if we showered ourselves in radical acceptance, love, admiration, safety?
Don’t you think the world would respond to you differently?
Don’t you respond to an old sycamore tree on the Big Sur coast line, standing in its power even in a storm.... differently than you do an artificial palm tree placed in a painted pot indoors?
What if- we fed ourselves and nourished ourselves with all of the magic available to us in this life?
What if we indulged, in the things that set our souls on fire?
Brought tears of joy (and some pain) to our eyes?
What if we allowed ourselves to experience orgasmic joy outside of the bedroom?
What if we allowed ourselves to be so vivaciously ourselves that we become these magnetic light beacons that attract our SOUL LEVEL TRIBE, and repel the people, experiences, jobs, relationships, life styles.... really not meant for us, away??
What if?
What if it was that easy?
What if the more accepting we are of ourselves; flaws, sharp edges, soft spots, bright lights & shadows....
the more effortlessly we create this golden pathways for EXACTLY what and who.... is for us?!
God. Doesn’t that feel so much more delicious, sexy and blissful?
What if… you had the choice, the power, the ability to quench your thirst, satisfy the starvation and leap even further into ecstasy?
This one life.
The one, and only you, that will ever exist?
What do you fucking want?
What turns you on for life?
What do you want to feel and experience?
What do you want to create?
Create it. You are that powerful.
You are that powerful.
You were created. You are here. You have seeds to plant and trees to grow
I promise, you are that powerful
Who is this wild woman, love alchemist, walks on water, filled to the brim with all of the sensuality and love and excitement and acceptance …. version of you?
Who is she?
How can we let her run free?
What do you want for her?
What are you going to do?
Stop starving yourself.
There is endless soul food here for you, right now.
When you take it, and accept it, you give permission to other women to do the same.
You become a light worker.
Are you brave enough to accept it?
Are you brave enough to feed yourself, beyond bare survival?
