As I sit here at a cafe sipping my Gold Coast, I notice an elderly man in a wheelchair, on his own too. I feel a deep honor and compassion for him. For the road he is traveling can’t be an easy one.
So there is also that part of me, as a woman, that feels compelled to talk to him, make him feel cared for and loved. But now I am becoming more aware that those feelings, as powerful as they are, as much as it feels like it’s in my DNA, those ARE NOT MINE!
I am becoming more and more aware that there is also another part of me that doesn’t need to nurture. It is not my job to nurture the male because he may or may not feel lost or abandoned by the feminine.
At this point doing so just thwarts my light body and ascension process. Continue reading “I Am Woman: Hear Me Roar”