Take the words you have created & collected & write down the three which whisper most loudly.
Ethereal Divinely Inspired Sensual Presence
These words carry the essence, the depth of my dreams. Just saying the words fill my mouth with delicious sensations of satiation. Whole body satisfaction. They guide my next footfall. My next best step.
These words are beacons. Your Spirits muse. The most perfect come hither gesture.
Feel how your chest lifts & your heart lifts & reaches when the words are playing upon your lips. Kiss.
If your words are coming up short, keep playing within your dreams, revealing can take some time and then
Immerse yourself in the feelings within the dreams. Uncover & discover the way your dreams make your heart & soul feel. Our thoughts can become things, provided we sit with them & listen to them sing.
Feel the melody and aching needs of your dreams. They need you to listen just as much as you need them near.
Take some time today to sit with your dreams & visions, to deeply feel within them. The raw heat of passion, the heart’s throbbing drumbeat, the way in which your soul lights & shifts just right when your dream enters your mind.
Know how your lips lift when in the presence of your passionate longings. Start building an intimate understanding of your dreams.
The feelings within the dreams. Allow them to flow through you, settling them into your present reality. These feelings are creating connections within your brain between this reality & the fantasy soon to be true.
Name the place where your dreams are gathered, their home of address, if you like.
A collection in your bullet journal, a title on a notebook, label the digital folder where you keep your dreams.
A name carries weight & influence. Attaching one to your book of dreams, elevates them ever closer to reality.
Today we will seek out the name of our dream collection, a word or phrase to be used & filled with affection. We will use it excitedly, like a lover you cannot wait to see. Whisper to it as you breathe. Make time to spend with your collection of dreams.
Come closer, my reverie. You are a breathtaking beauty, a fevered dream. You are blushing wild, a moon child, inner sage, an untamed muse, my adored bird of blue.
Close your eyes & see what is written there, flip through a book or magazine for words which pull you, grab a dictionary & open randomly or choose your favorite letter & start there. The name will find you,
A simple notebook, a document, a note capturing app.
A simple pencil, a favorite pen full of stories or just your index finger.
Whatever makes your dreams feel
seen & recorded,
found & written down.
Make this a sacred dream holding place, where visions go to thrive and come majestically alive.
Make it easy to use, ever at hand and something you want to carry with you. Dreams, like butterflies, alight their perfection upon willing & still participants.
I like the feel & sound of a pencil on paper. I jot my tiny, purple hummingbird thoughts in my bullet journal, symbolized by a || surrounding each. For protection & easy finding. Their safe place to stay & nest. Ready for flight when the time is right.
If it brings you happiness & pleasure, add color, glitter & a spritz of scent to give the dreams lasting power & surround your senses in delight. The more you give them, the more they become reality.
So today, let us make a space for our dreams & visioning, ready to be filled with our next tiny & big things.
Unfold your story while gazing within the space where the Universe began and continues to begin. Again and again.
There are places where the light caresses me and I experience a fierce grace and an intentional delicate pace of my movements. Time seems to slow and I am alive & awake in my senses. Places where my breath slows and my exhale releases my shoulders. Where my soul is seduced and my heart is wide open.
These places taste like freedom.
One of the places I find this awakening is under the night sky. Sometimes all I have is a moment, a brief interlude to tilt my head and open my eyes wider to see the infinite above my head. To remind me I am both significant and not. Just a brief glance, for me, offers a shift in perspective. Another way to see.
Eyes focus on the light coming from just one bright star among all the billions of others.
I am as that star. As are you.
Finding ourselves alive again, lite up among the other cherished constellations.
We have intrigue and new beginnings.
Destruction and creation.
Light and darkness.
Chaos and order.
A mystical essence filled with desire and sensuality.