I Choose Peace. It does not mean that there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and calm in my heart.
I Am Grounded. I am rooted into the earth, connected to all things. Like a tree, my arms extend to the universe. I am planting seeds of abundance and constantly growing from within.
I Am Kind, But Not Weak. I understand that those who are cruel are suffering on the inside and are merely a cry for help. I take heed but I will not enable bad behavior. I teach the laws of love.
Original Source: Rebelle Society, by Alison Nappi / Discovered via Rio @ Replenish Daily
A mystic is a wild creature. She is made. She is deliberately forged by something mysterious. She is created for a purpose. She spends all her life seeking, for there is nothing else worth doing. She peers and gazes until she falls from the edge of the world, and into the next. Over and over.
Each time she returns, she is a little different. What she sees must change her. She dies evert day. She is reborn in every moment. Can you even begin to fathom the terror and the faith commanded from such a being? Can you even begin to understand what such a life can do?
Despite opinions, I’m not fearless, I don’t consider myself particularly smart, and I don’t believe in luck.
I do believe in hard work. I believe in the energy of kindness. I believe a smile is a very powerful weapon against doubt and fear. And, I believe in love. Not the kind of love that makes you swoon, but the uncomfortable kind. The kind that is more concerned with someone else’s happiness than the sacrifice in letting go of a little of your own comforts.
More than anything though,