There is No Scarcity of Magic

I sit in the yard collecting flower essences for the first time; really sitting and feeling into the incredible luscious energy of Spring. I see Persephone rising in the golden Iris bloom. The sun is so warm on my skin, the breeze feels good. I look up at the sky.

I want to capture the essence of the sky.
We are as much spaciousness as density.
The space between thoughts as much as the thinking.
The expansive nature of a fully felt and transformed feeling.
The space for clinging and surrender at the same time.
The space that opens up in my heart that reminds me of who I really am.
The sky reminds me of love.
I want to capture the essence of the sky.

There is so much life everywhere. There is no shortage of genius or mojo or magic or creative energy flowing. The earth is effulgent right now with this wisdom.

Pull your energy back into the center of your heart.

There is zero need to project your light and wisdom into others and then feel jealous of them. There is zero need to compare.

There is no comparison. Competition is a made up thing designed to keep us scrambling to sit at the top of the pile of a very small box with very little room for soul.

There is no scarcity to your own magic. Your own soul is expansive like the sky and as dense, solid and real like the earth herself. Roots down in the ground, essence of jasmine feeding your cells the possibility of permeating existence with your own magic and the sky reflecting the spaciousness, the possibility of the grander vision of who you really are.

There is no competition or argument once you settle the one within your own heart where self-doubt is laid to rest in a blanket of roses and divine love so your genius can rise up and dance. Remember, the redwoods and the oaks and the birch trees and the rose bushes and the clover flowers and the stinging nettles...They rise, nature is a party. Love.