If I could, I’d give every woman a sacred space. A corner in her bedroom to call her own where the door is closed to the world and open to hers.

A home within a home to routinely return and remember.

A sacred space created as a blessing.  Would you open to receive?

 

And now my daughter, I bless you with a pause, a sigh of release.

 

Where do you breathe easy?

Where the breath is easy the heart is open.

 

A deep sigh clears you out and bring you back in.  The rhythm of the breath, the routine of the morning, the ritual of returning to a sense of home, secure belonging within.

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In this womb-like place of receiving nurturance, your whole system settles in calm.  Connected, what is needed arises naturally, creatively, and with clarity.

The pleasure of a pause brings comfort so you can go through uncomfortable places with less resistance.

 

Comfort ’to strengthen’.

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Sitting in my bedroom chair is my sacred space.

Sacred not serious. It is sensuous. 

The sound of silence, the touch of softness, the taste of open space.

In the morning hour, I re-member. I heal by sitting.

The morning brings me back together. (To get her)