She is Thriving

And incredibly discerning with her fucks.

In my dream last night, I was in an elegant dress strutting through the room like I owned the place. I was in a community of like-minded folks supporting a cause I believed in. I was confident, free, and fully me.

At one point I was super pregnant and befriended a duck that acted like a dog, happily licking me.

Dreams are weird…

Being very done with bringing any more humans into the world, I see my dream pregnancy as something I am meant to bring forth from within. I also love ducks.

My belly was BIG.

I was tending to my powerful creative energy, nurturing it, ready to midwife whatever my belly held into the world in divine timing.

In my writing community this morning, we connected with our future selves in meditation. We meet very early while it is still dark, so I was brought right back into my dream space.

In the dream, I was asked to wear a dress that would not simply blend in. It was very bold. I was meant to stand out. I did. And I fully owned it. I didn’t shrink. I didn’t try to hide. I owned all of my vibrant colors and walked like a woman who knows her worth.

In meditation, my future self reminded me to keep going and showed me all that I’ve been building.

She showed me an elaborate system of golden roots.

Everything looked ancient and earthy, so open and spacious.

The marble floor kept catching my eye. It had been cracked many times and sealed with gold. I thought of Kintsugi, the Japanese art of repairing what’s broken.

It was clear this inner foundation is unbreakable. Any cracks will only make it stronger and more beautiful.

My future self is THRIVING.

Right now, I am doing all the needed pruning to give her a beautiful, powerful, unshakable foundation to live her truest dreams.

She finally knows how sacred her life force is.

She chooses who and what gets access to her.

And she is incredibly discerning with her fucks.