Welcome,
Beautiful soul.
Take the time now to just land here.
Let your heavy bones be held by the earth.
I see how you have been holding yourself in the winter of your own making.
I see the frozen way you have turned your beautiful flowing truth into a sheet of ice,
Just so people could walk over you without falling in.
I see the times you've pressed your lips together so tightly that you've forgotten the shape of your own yes.
You have been told that to be loud is to be dangerous,
That your honesty is a storm that will ruin the garden,
And so you have stayed still.
You have stayed cold.
You have stayed quiet.
But,
Sweet soul,
Look at the exhaustion in your throat.
Look at the way your heart is beating against the underside of that ice,
Desperate for a breath of air.
You have been treating your own voice like a secret you are ashamed of,
Standing guard over your own spirit as if your song were something you had to apologize for.
You were not born to be a silent,
Frozen floor for the world to walk upon.
You were not born to be a maybe or a shh.
Imagine for a moment that you are a great,
Winding river in the heart of a silent forest.
For a long time,
You have been locked in a white stillness,
But the seasons are shifting.
Can you feel it?
There is a warmth moving through the air,
Not a heat that burns,
But a tenderness that invites.
The ice is starting to thin.
There is a deep,
Groaning sound,
The sound of your own courage waking up.
It is the sound of the first crack.
You are softening.
That pressure in your chest,
The one that feels like a lump of cold iron,
It is the beginning of the flow.
It is the weight of a thousand I love you's and no more's finally ready to find the sea.
Now,
Let's shift the frequency.
Move your awareness away from the safety of the mind and down into the deep current of your belly and throat.
Feel the movement of your life as a rhythmic pulse.
Scan your body.
Where does the ice feel thickest today?
Is it a numbness in the jaw?
A bracing in the neck?
A cold,
Hard knot in the solar plexus?
Warm it.
Imagine a pulse of liquid turquoise light,
A thick,
Humming,
Radiant frequency beginning to swirl at the base of your spine and rising up into your throat.
This is the heat of your own sovereign truth.
Command the frequency to rise.
Watch as this turquoise light touches those frozen,
Rigid places.
See the ice begin to melt,
To turn into crystalline water,
To move.
You are simply allowing the thaw.
The silence is being dissolved into music.
The cold stillness is turning into a luminous current.
You are the river,
And you are the spring.
You are the one who decides that your voice is the living water of your world.
Inhale,
I am,
And feel the water rising in your throat.
Exhale,
The sovereign flow,
And let the vibration ripple out.
You are the song,
And you are the singer.
The river does not ask the stones for permission to move past them,
And the spring does not apologize for its wetness.
Your truth is a rebirth.
Your worth is non-negotiable.
It is sovereign.
Carry this thawed heart back into your day.
When you feel the ice trying to form again,
Remember the turquoise pulse in your throat.
Speak from your flow,
And not from your fear.
Remember that the world is thirsty for the truth that only you can pour.
Take a final slow,
Velvet breath,
Feeling the turquoise vibration in every cell.
When you are ready,
With a spirit that is moving and a voice that is clear,
Open your eyes.
Thank you,
Beautiful soul,
For the gift of your presence,
And for the grace of your softening.
Thank you for being exactly who you are.
