Ah, what flows. Easy to identify, because so many other moments feel like driving with the E-brake on.
Movement: Letting my body unwind and come to its senses. Working up a nice heat, and a cathartic heartbeat. Especially after a little wee drag on my vaporizer pen, in an empty room, with potent music.
Singing: Letting my voice find melodies and create worlds. Especially at bedtime, for the kids. Thinking to myself, as the songs tumble out, somebody should be recording this.
Tears: Letting myself cry. I've cried a million tears this week. I suspect this movement has roots in the work I'm doing with these questions, and I trust it. This is the melting of crusts, the shedding of skins, and the release of that which no longer lives in me.
Blood: I'm on my moon. Still a relatively new phenomenon, since it took 15 months to get my cycle back after Lily was born and 23 months after Rose.
Conversation with Key Personnel: My inner circle hears everything (welcome). Exploring my truths, my fears, my visions out loud with the witnessing presence of another mother, or a beloved family member, or a dear friend moves me forward, simply by opening up and sounding out.
Gratitude: This vibrational life-raft gets me through many a kinky corner. I notice something yummy or lovely or sweet or cute or just plain good, and think of how much I appreciate it, and then I start appreciating more things, and more things, until I feel a whole lot better about my journey. The better I feel, the more I lean toward my dreams, which in turn activates a whole flow of magic. Ba-boom.
Collaboration: Cross-pollinating with other change-makers exponentially amplifies energy and impact, AND I LOVE IT.