Listen

This morning as I was sitting I felt myself with a gentle wave of getting “heavier” and heavier but not in a bad way. I don’t actually know what the feeling is but am imagining that it is the feeling of being filled with myself.

I have a practice of sitting and calling myself to myself, from all timelines, all dimensions, all lifetimes and realities.

Have you ever known that something is “real” and longed to be in the realness of it, to know with more than that part of your brain that separates everything into pieces?

I swear there is a through line to this.

The other day I was on a zoom call with 3 dear friends, friends who I have been through so much with, friends who I have never touched in person but are safe and loving and full and honest.

I opened the call in a very vulnerable way, some call it opening the prayer field. It is an amazing and safe way to be together.

I remember when I was so nervous to speak from my heart with folks that when I was opening a call I had to write it down and read it. That’s okay, that’s called practicing. Sometimes I have to practice many, many, times before the understanding comes.

On this call, I opened with my friends and was so grateful to them for all of times I have been allowed to witness and practice, witness and practice, witness and practice. On this call I opened in the field with these trusted folks and was so grateful to them for being there for all that is needed and unfolding.

So, the point of this morning’s writing is to remind myself that true practicing can lead to learning, understanding, and the ah-ha that comes with getting the rhythm and consistency of the sweet spot, the difference between magic the word and magic the dimension.

So practice, Laura. You can call yourself to yourself, you can open space with others, you can anchor that which our hearts desire on this earth. Listen to this, sweetness, listen.