I change my mind a lot.


A very much lot.


I always have done, one minute doing one thing... another the next.


Swapping between jobs and education and houses and towns and cities, never anchored into anything solid.


Until motherhood.


Until I anchored into something I had no way out of.


Self.


Pure, Raw, Messy AF ~ Self.


I still change my mind a lot.


A very much lot.


Now though, that change is in response to an anchoring With~In Mi body.


An anchor of trust.


Remembering body based living over mind based living is some fucking trip I tell ya... and one of the best gifts Motherhood has gifted me.

As it will you, if you allow it.


Because Mamma always knows....

She always knows in her body.


I still change my mind.


A very much lot.


But now, instead of running the old narrative that, I had running for far too long, “I was just an uncentred, had no idea what I was doing and forever changing my mind flaky young one” ~


I now Sea Mi~Self as coming home.


One mind change at a time.


One body Intuitive hit at a time of how it is deeeeply calling me In~To an integral relationship with it. How it is yearning for me to listen, to believe, to honour, to love.


To Be.


Light.


Unified.




I change my mind a lot.


A very much lot.


Does freedom exist without the ability and judgement free allowance to do so? 


#Integrity