When your apology goes against yourself, your power, your truth… When it is for them, to make them feel better or right, or to win their love... When you are “sorry, not sorry” but you say it anyway.
Here are five questions to ask yourself before you do the “Sorry Not Sorry”...
SHAME:What is the underlying shame; is it theirs or yours?
OBLIGATION:What does that shame obligate you to be?
RESPONSIBILITY:Where does your...
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Musings of an Awakening Spirit |
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Stories, poetry & general musings of Rebecca Haywood, a modern-day Shaman with a penchant for bringing the divine into the human experience. |
The Earth laughs in flowers. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thank you Ralph. And thank you Mother. I have such gratitude for the beauty of this Earth and all that She inspires. She has always been my greatest teacher and friend— my secret church and the riverbed for my tears. She has been speaking to me and through me since I was a child, as I believe She does with every human, every living...
The moon has been showing a sliver of a smile—crooked, like she’s up to some mischief. So I thought it time to share another side of my death process—the lighter side of the dark side—and the laughter that often joins my tears in a full-bellied, full spectrum rainbow of emotions. Death can offer quite the feast if we let Her and She has a great sense of humor—one that, like most comedy, bares...
The heart of this ancient ritual comes to life when we bestow our faith and awareness upon its inherent healing power. Like a magnifying glass, faith and awareness intensify and focus the energy, producing profound and sustained healing... but how do we wield such a tool as healers and as heal-ees?
It is difficult to describe faith or how it is conjured. For it is like breathing- it just is. Often misconstrued as...
If you have ever been to Teotihuacan, Mexico, you are well acquainted with the many vendors that call the ancient city of pyramids their office. Some more dedicated than others, brave the hot sun as they circle the dusty plazas in a peacock-like display of their goods. Others linger like sleepy dogs in the shade, springing to life at the approach of an unsuspecting tourist. Whatever the species of vendor, they all share...