I remember the day that I felt the first thread of my spirit reconnecting with my Higher Self.
It was subtle and quiet, but there, nonetheless.
I was sitting in my living room, early one morning, making a list of all the errands that I needed to get done that day.
As I stared at that piece of paper, I realized that I was dreading my to-do list.
I’m sure you can relate…some days you just don’t want to worry about the “have-to’s” of everyday life.
I asked myself the question, “If I didn’t feel obligated to finish this list today, what would I do instead?”
And I felt something prickling in the back of my mind…
…an old desire that I hadn’t felt in years.
The answer to my question was quite simple…
Art had been a pastime that had been lost in my disconnection, but something that I truly loved.
So, I set aside my to-do list and spent the morning immersed in creative expression.
I allowed my heart to pour out onto the paper just as fast as my hand could move.
It was beautiful and charging.
Like activating a part of my soul that had been dormant for so long.
I know that may not sound like much.
But that small action, was a huge step forward in my reconnection.
For the first time, in a long time, I allowed myself the space to set aside obligation for a day and to nurture myself.
I heard the message being sent and I listened to its call...