Beautiful soul,
Take some time now to just land here.
Let the world outside this room become a distant murmur,
As insignificant as a leaf falling in a forest you've already left.
I see how you have been living as a stranger to your own longing.
I see the ghosting,
The way you have been walking through your days with your hands folded neatly over your chest,
Trying to be the one who needs nothing,
The one who asks for nothing,
The one who is fine with the crumbs.
You have been told that your desire is a messy thing,
A smudge on a clean window,
A loud noise in a quiet house,
And so you have folded up your most vibrant hungers like old delicate letters and hidden them in a drawer you've promised never to open.
You have been treating your own soul like a guest who is overstaying their welcome,
Waiting for a permission slip from a world that doesn't even know your name.
But my friend,
Look at the grayness in your eyes,
Look at the way you are shivering in a life that is perfectly safe but entirely cold.
You have been treating your own joy like a luxury you haven't earned,
Forgetting that you are a living flame.
You are a creature made of heat and pulse,
And your want is not a greed,
It is the very gravity that keeps your soul from drifting away into the nothing.
Your desire is not a flaw,
It is a divine instruction,
It is the whisper of the stars telling you which way to walk.
Imagine for a moment that deep within your heart there is a small velvet chamber that has been locked for a lifetime.
Inside there is a fire that has never gone out.
It isn't a fire that burns,
It is a fire that animates.
It is the yes that was written into your bones before you were even born.
You aren't choosing what to want,
You are recognizing what is already there.
You are finally allowing yourself to read the letter that has been addressed to you since the beginning.
You are not too much,
You are finally enough.
That ache in your center,
The one that feels like a quiet steady thrum,
It is not a hole to be filled,
It is the sacred magnetism of your own existence.
It is the beginning of a life lived in the light of your own permission.
Now,
Let's shift the frequency.
Move your awareness away from the guilt of the mind and into the deep,
Molten core of your solar plexus.
Feel the warmth of your existence as a radiant,
Unshakable sun.
Scan your body.
Where have you been tucking yourself away?
Is it a bracing in the belly where you've buried your hunger?
A tightness in the heart where you've told your love to stay small?
Don't fight the heat,
Breathe into it.
Imagine a pulse of liquid amber light,
A thick,
Humming,
Honeyed frequency.
Beginning the surge of your energy.
That velvet chamber and flowing through every vein,
Every cell,
Every shadow.
This is the frequency of your own sovereign desire.
Command the frequency to expand.
Watch as this amber light dissolves the shoulds and the not-for-me's.
You are not wanting something outside of you.
You are igniting the power within you.
The world's expectations are simply melting in the presence of your own heat.
You are becoming a sovereign flame that needs no permission to burn.
You are the fire,
And you are the hearth.
You are the one who decides that your,
I want,
Is a holy communion.
Inhale,
I am,
And feel the heat expanding your chest.
Exhale,
The command of my joy,
And let the amber glow fill the space around you.
You are the dreamer,
And you are the dream.
The ocean does not apologize for its tides,
And the bird does not ask if its song is too loud.
Your desire is a love letter from the source.
Your worth is non-negotiable.
It is sovereign.
Carry this fire heart back into the world.
When the world asks you to be a shadow,
Remember the liquid amber in your bones.
Trust the heat.
Move toward what makes you feel alive.
Remember that the most sacred thing you can do is to trust the heat.
Is to finally,
Fully say yes to the life that is calling you.
Take a final slow,
Velvet breath,
Feeling the golden heat in your very bones.
When you are ready with a spirit that is unashamed,
And a heart that is wide,
Wide open,
Open your eyes.
Thank you,
Beautiful soul,
For the gift of your presence,
And for the grace of your softening.
Thank you for being exactly who you are.
