Take up space.
Hazlo.
Hazlo por todos aquellos en tu linaje que te persedieron y que nunca tuvieron la oportunidad de hacerlo.
You taking up space es un acto de amor propio.
Cuando lo haces,
Inspiras a los demás a hacer lo mismo.
You take up powerful space when you speak your truth,
Even when all parts of you would rather stay silent,
Comfortable,
And asleep.
It is in those few seconds of courage where you confidently declare your place in the world,
That you pull up a seat at the table,
That you grab the microphone,
That you say yes to the life that you were granted.
Puedes mirar a los niños,
The children,
Our most intelligent teachers in the potent art of space-taking.
For the children know not what it means to be inhibited,
That is,
Until they are conditioned by the world to behave and sit still.
The unbridled child-likeness of kids and our elders on their way out,
And the seeming state of flow captured by artists in their craftsmanship,
Is a reminder of the various forms of taking up space,
And the capacity one has to lose oneself in the act of love.
All time collapses.
Hazlo por todos los niños y niñas que crecieron así como tú en la manera que creciste.
Hazlo por todos que han crecido con miedo.
Hazlo por todos los artistas,
Pintores,
Cantantes,
Ganadores del premio Nobel de la Paz,
A quienes se les dijo que estaban locos o descabellados por ir contra la corriente y seguir un camino poco convencional.
Take up space for the oppressed,
The marginalized,
Those who have lived and are still living and hiding in fierce state due to hardships and trauma.
So take a moment to breathe.
Breathe in the truth of your inherent worth and power,
To take up brilliant space in this brilliant mysterious world,
And breathe out the separation or voices that try to convince you that you were never meant to be seen or to shine your light.
Allow each inhalation and exhalation to regenerate you from the inside out,
As it cleanses and purifies you and brings you back to your most natural,
Truthful state,
The most authentic you.
Breathe in the knowing of your miraculousness,
Made by divine design,
Made in the mirror representation of the purity of the absolute supreme.
And relax.
Relax into the body as you continue breathing on your own,
Your body.
Relax your back.
Relax your spine.
Relax your cheeks.
Relax your tongue.
Relax your mind.
Relax your belly.
Relax your toes.
Relax your feet.
Your hands.
Your eyelids.
Relax your lips.
Relax every cell in your body.
Relax.
Relax into the softness of this present moment,
For all that is here is this.
This is the only constant.
The one thing we can always come back to.
This breath.
This one singular breath.
The constant inhale and exhale that comes and goes like the sun and like everything else in life.
Relax into the mystery of it all.
And I'd like you to take a moment to imagine yourself at the highest frequency of you,
Vibrating and beaming and embodying everything that you came here to embody in this life.
Being all that you came here to be and more.
Continuing to drop patterns that are no longer serving you and arriving at the purity of you,
Which is always available and always happening.
Breathe again into the spaciousness that you can rightfully claim in this life as you take up space.
With unwavering commitment and certainty in the connection to the divine,
Know that your taking up space is liberation for humanity,
Is a breath of fresh air.
And there's never been anyone more capable of doing so than you.
Perfectly,
Imperfectly you.
Flawed,
Vulnerable,
Lovable,
Lovely,
Raw,
And unvarnished.
Governed by love,
Protected by the earth,
Held by nature.
Through and through,
You are divine.
