Ivy, my spirit daughter … an angel of Grandmother Moon and Mother Earth and Lady Divine … has taught me to meditate.
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That passive stubbornness in me that runs from being consistent with intentional stillness, has found no other option than to just do the sh*t.
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“Take a seat,” she says.
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For over a month now, I’ve meandered into the comfort of crisscrossing my legs with a piping tea saddled in between my fingertips. (Yes, I meditate with a strong shot of yerba mate. Taking the most mindful of sips with my eyes closed.)
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It’s so funny how we can procrastinate around the habits that bring us the greatest grounding…like we’re scared of how wonderful we might become. 🥰
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Anywho. The lass has me hooked.
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Sometimes, it is in front of the altar I created for her in her bedroom with her baby blankets draped over me like a shawl.
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(Little digression, pertaining to the only one bit of baby furniture we have standing in her quarters. A masterpiece of a chair by @hem that Scotty @bldarchitect had been eyeing for over a year. It is in peacock green 🦚 and a mix of Swedish and Italian design. It was for nursing our love, but now it is for nursing my soul at the moment.)
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Other times, I’m on the couch, with Walt and Linus.
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We’ve even graduated our meditation into a family affair, with 11 year-young chap Tucker joining in when he is with us.
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And the voice and teachings of Abraham Hicks has been played nonstop. Those teachings are making grieving the absence of our baby in physicality more of a spiritual elevation than the hell that it easily could be. So, thank you @abrahamhickspublications .
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Ivy Lilah is just the most magical Spirit Guide I’ve ever and will ever have.
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She’s taking my spiritual journey in this lifetime to a level I never imagined visiting. Thank you, my sweet darling.
