following the path of the heart
has looked like traveling & living nomadically.
it has meant
no single home to return to,
and the courage to embrace many places as home.
it has meant waking up to the reality
of what The Great Mother asks.
which has been to trade in
panic, doubt, and lack.
trade in the on-the-knees,
snot-and-tears-running-down-my-face
…fear.
to trade these in as offerings at her feet,
as Prayers of love for this human experience.
& in return, She gives endless amounts of breathtaking beauty,
head-shaking-with-a-smile synchronicities,
and awe-inspiring self-trust.
no limit to the miracles that can be conceived and received.
these last few years I’ve searched and then found,
searched and found, searched and got lost,
searched and ended up in the same place I started, and searched some more.
guided by the whispers of the heart.
the terrain has been rocky.
some moments trudging through shit and mud,
others flying high with the Eagles.
all leading me back to the path of my destiny.
the path of the heart,
so much more than “traveling”.
each step has created a ripple.
some steps written by me,
other steps written by the ones we can’t see.
& now…
in this season
the whispers are saying,
more stillness
more play & celebration.
those visions you have?
pause and build it.
now,
in this season,
I feel ready.
ready to come out of the underworld
and fully feel the ecstatic bliss
of claiming my true heart’s desires.
love you. xx, Lisa Marie
Big, grateful smiles here.