Reading the signs


These days are powerful indeed. The moon has been conspiring to make things happen for a while now and it’s all making itself felt. Yesterday I proclaimed myself ready, as ready as I’ll ever be. This is indeed a time to trust yourself in the ways you have dreamed to create the reality you perceive. I’ve always been a dreamer, and honestly, whoever says they’re not are just not fully aware of how they too are dreaming up their own world, however mundane it may seem. I saw a ladybug yesterday, and then today I saw a chipmunk. Understanding that the world communicates with itself in mysterious ways I decided to look up the symbolism of these two animals as totems. On this International Women’s day, at exactly 11.11 I read “If you see a ladybug and a chipmunk together,magic is in the air, you can be sure the universe is conspiring on your behalf in serendipitous ways”. And so, I remain a dreamer. I remain in love with myself, in full faith of what I myself as co-creator of my reality have destined for myself. I’ll make my wish explicit. I wish for my voice to be heard, to echo through this world with all the love that it holds. I wish to reveal myself as the soul that I am and share the happiness that I have found to be so persistent throughout all my endeavors and challenges on this mighty planet. I wish to indulge in the pleasures of creativity and inspire the world as it has inspired me. I wish to walk this path with full confident and peace, never doubting the importance and purity of my every move. I wish to sing with full force the songs that resonate in my soul and of those around me, dance freely to the music that is in me with all of those who wish to join, bleed ink into words as if there was no tomorrow for all who wish to read, speak loudly for all who wish to hear the stories that have molded my being, smile and laugh with innocence at everything that comes my way. I wish to shine the light that I am for everyone to see themselves in me, and for me to see myself in all. I wish for balanced companionship, harmony, simplicity and joy, for abundance of love, ascending evolution manifested in all. I wish to be me, beautiful, limitless and entirely free, to vibrate the language of bliss wherever I go, to ripple out all that I am with the pure intent of being touched right back by all that I am. This is my wish. I am grateful. I am love. I am me. I am free. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. -A




Sometimes I wonder if I’m good enough. I ask if anybody really cares. I doubt that anyone ever truly listens. I fear that I don’t matter.

But that only happens when I let the world out there judge the world in here. Yes, sometimes it slips my mind that I don’t write for recognition, that I don’t need to persuade anyone of anything and that as long as I follow my heart I cannot fail. I forget that my words are not solely a means for a future goal but truly a goal in themselves. Each sentence, each word, each syllable and each letter is a complete universe that is meaningful in its pure existence. Just as every person is complete in their simple presence and their every feature is perfect in its actuality, the words that I have written fulfill their own purpose in this world. As soon as they are written and uttered they are not mine to care for, they are not mine to neither be ashamed of nor take praise for. I am the facilitator, simply one who unleashes what needs to be freed; I am nothing but the opportunity.


Suddenly all of my questions, doubts and fears dissolve into thin air because they were only real in the world out there. They belonged to the world of narrow minds, big achievements and superficial recognition, a world that, however much it struggles, cannot accurately translate the enchanted messages of the world within. Only in creativity can these worlds be linked with a gate, through us, the enablers. Only in a shackle-free and open mind can the wind blow from within and without, connecting two parallel worlds through a simple break. Only then can the magic from the world within flow freely out in the world without and project its true beauty for our eyes to see. I am that opportunity, and for that I matter.