Walking the Cinnamon girl, I found a hawk feather the other day. They are beautiful, but then all feathers are beautiful for me and I am known to arrange feathers in a vase instead of flowers. I picked it up and my day was made. Not too much further Cinnamon picked up a scent and what I saw next was an entire hawk wing. Carefully I picked it up to carry it back to the car. I was blessing the animal this wing once belonged to knowing that it’s life had ended and made myself on the way.
At home I couldn’t help myself but to look up the spiritual meaning of the hawk feather. What stood out the most was the phrase to dream bigger. It spoke to me and made perfect sense as I find myself in the most important manifestation period of my life. What a time to be alive. I know that I have said it before but with all the knowledge and new wisdom at hand it truly shines a new perspective on it. I am given the opportunity to use all that I’ve learned to come home and turn myself into that very person Ive always was meant to be. There are no more false attributes, no more fillers. Just authenticity and I decide what stays and what has to go. There is no stress about it as I am doing this for myself. No critics, no failing, just an honest look and supporting myself the best I can. And yes, it is time and I am deserving.
It’s good to be “here” at this moment, at this time. God knows I’ve yearned to arrive at this point and finally “here I am.” I could have never imagined but I am grateful that I kept going.
It feels good and a relief settles over me. A calmness and contentment has found my heart that still knows how to skip a beat or beat with such intense pounding that it’s threatening to tear my chest wide open. Yet it’s all different now and the fear of past times has turned into gratitude, unconditional love and appreciation for each emotion that must come and go. And here is to me and all of you who have endured so much. Dream bigger and without limits. Nothing is impossible and getting this message in the sense of a whole wing worth of feathers is a urgency I cannot ignore. I nod my head like Jeannie in the bottle, smile and consider it done. I see my dreams as if they have come true already. And so mote it be…🙏🏼