For all the babies,
Let love lead.
This leaves little wiggle room for overthinking and may feel strange at first,
But once we surrender our titles of the grand poobah of all things,
The critical voice,
Anxiety,
And self-loathing will get the hint to take their 3am party elsewhere.
Let them pack up and go.
Let love rise.
This magic was infused into your soul sauce on the other side.
Remember this love needs space to marinate and replenish each of your organs.
8 hours of sleep or more,
Soaking in a hot tub,
And putting nourishing food in your belly are vitamins to fill the thirsty nooks and crannies.
Limiting news intake and having one solid kindred on speed dial highly recommended.
Retreat if needed,
But if you start to set up a tent,
Call that friend ASAP because hugs heal.
Let love rest.
When a song brings you to tears,
Or you gaze at a baby longer than usual,
Or you begin to take notice of the sky's tapestry of colors,
Know that love is settling into your cells.
Pretty soon,
You'll begin to know things without anyone telling you the information.
Your intuition will grow as this love rests within your dwelling.
Allow the line to remain open and use as directed.
It is never wrong.
Harness love as protection,
Direct connection to the greatest love and life force.
This is our prayer for you.