Today was a great day. Not because anything particularly great happened, but because I chose this day to be good. I chose to be conscious of my thought patterns and my actions.
Today I manifested my divine femininity. So often lost in logic and thought, I tend to forget to just be. I repeatedly spend so much time worrying about past and future events that I lose my innate creative abilities to my editorial and analytical mind.
Today I recognized that for most of my past, I had chosen to emanate my feminine self externally without nurturing my inner creatrix.
Instead, I’d nurtured the current outdated societal ideals of feminine divine: mystery, allure, sexual appeal. I wore dresses, chemical perfumes and too-high-heels without any purpose other than to be noticed and feel valued.
I competed with others instead of raising them up.
I have been working on changing this duality of self, balancing my masculine and feminine in order to become the healthiest and happiest me I can be. I want to capture the clarity of strength and outward manifestive energy that is so archetypally male while nurturing the soft yet powerful inner manifestive creation that is so archetypally female.
I woke up with the morning light and practiced yoga alongside a two hour talk by Eckhart Tolle. I followed my breath and sipped hot cup of yerba mate, warming myself from the inside out. Waking up my muscles and my consciousness together, letting my mind just be, allowing thoughts to slide in and out of my awareness without giving them attention.
After this yin inner connection, I worked on making something that speaks to my soul. Like the goddess Brigid, I enjoy crafting material goods, particularly jewelry. I started the crafting of another wooden necklace, which I will share with you all once I finish.
Once I had returned to the yurt from the woodshop, I sought some outward movement: a yang to my yin. I moved from meaningful art to useful work.
I split and hauled wood to fill our woodshed and warm our little dome home.
I felt strong, using the maul instead of the mechanical splitter after getting a nod from my dad acknowledging my ability.
Feeling the power of my body and the strength in my muscles as I worked, time passed quickly. I chopped wood and carted wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow through the sunny field down to the yurt.
Arms laden with the sweet smelling maple, I danced and smiled as I kept pace stacking wood with the music in my earbuds. I breathed deep as I split and carried the heavy loads, appreciating the ability my body provides.
After cleaning up and feeding myself, I decided that the next tasks should nurture my heart and my mind.
I called my love and talked with him for over an hour, warming my heart and easing my soul.
Once my soul was steeped in sweetness, I sat down and meditated on the divine feminine. I sent reiki to my womb-space and felt grateful for the many methods of manifestation I have access to in this life.
Now, I am here.
I sit beside the hot stove, I’ve turned the fan towards me to feel the warm breeze on my cheek and allow dreams of summertime to float through my mind.
All in all, this was just another day.
I could have been sad that I had to spend my day doing ‘chores’ instead of enjoying the sun or making money.
I could have felt lonely knowing I am only halfway through this month without my honeybee.
But, I chose to be grateful and strong instead.
I chose positivity and appreciative thought patterns. I chose to limit my connection to stress-inducing social media and news sources.
Today was a good day, and tomorrow will be a good day—because I will experience it so.
I will not give storylines to arbitrary happenings around me, rather I will accept them as they are and work with what I have at hand.
For today, for tomorrow, for all the days that come: I use my personal power of manifesting my best reality to make my dreams my plans.
“The trick is in what one emphasizes. We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same.” –Carlos Castaneda
Till next time, my friends,
be sweet, stay strong
