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Alignment traced with guiding light

I should Post more about being a lightworker in LA because it’s quite.. fun? Mostly. Except when it’s not. Which is also usually at least hilarious.

As I sit here in this coffee-shop, I realize deeply – I’m free. Free from the matrix. Sippin’ on an almond milk latte, listening to Al Green stream through the shop speakers, eyes on soul-level 100, vibin. Present.

And presently, I feel overwhelmingly blessed. Makes me want to cry. I sit up straighter in my chair as I write that, body eases.

This is exactly where I need to be. Doing exactly what I need to be doing. Living life exactly in the way I ought to be living it. And that is equal parts beautiful and hilarious, because I have no actual clue what I’m doing.

A healer? Who?

All I know is what’s real for me. The picture my life paints. I practice yoga every day. I meditate daily and lengthily (is that a word?). I eat a plant-based diet. I sleep well, and drink water and meet my own needs. And I heal, myself and others. In whatever form, fashion, or way that presents itself. That part, luckily, is not up to me.

So yea, I just handed you my resume.

But with that said, how do I know that I’m where I need to be? I’m in-tune. And as I write that I hear someone at a nearby table say, “cause that’s the point of what we do, right?” Yea. That’s the point. To tune into and be confirmed by the synchronicities which lead you to your answers. Phrases of the surrounding conversations that happen to stand out that confirm whatever it is you’re  thinking (or writing) in that moment. The song that’s playing that means something about something. The text or call that comes perfectly on time. The billboard or sign that catches your eye. All of that. That’s how you know. That’s how you find your way.

Alignment traced with guiding light.

With Love, Solé

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Trees

You ever just tree-watch? Perhaps not because it’s not as exciting as people watching. But then again, if you watch with your being, it really is. How eloquently they stand, no matter the changing weather or the temperature. Regardless of the trash that’s thrown at their base or the weeds that grow atop their roots. Despite the unpredictable conditions or the uncertainty of the natural world. So deeply rooted in their fundamental nature that they are unbreakable, adding their unique and necessary brilliance to the atmosphere without hassle. They’re even known to dance in the wind or to smile at the pouring rain. Always at ease, forever at attention, no matter.

I suppose we could all be a little bit more like the trees. Or, a lot. A lot less concerned. A lot less moved. A lot less pressed and unsure and insecure. None of that stuff matters, anyways, the mind stuff. It’s all one’s own reality show. Let the trees tell it, and all is well, always, all ways. They’re outlined and filled with love, and that is the beginning, middle, and end.

If only humans were of no mind, we’d say the same, surely. You think there are Kardashian trees? You think trees are in the market for Louis Vuitton moss coverings? You think trees are looking over at their neighborly trees, hating on them because they’ve got different color leaves or a bigger trunk (even thought that just means they’re secretly jealous)? Think they cling tightly to memories of unbroken branches or less-aged bark? Hell no. To all of those questions, hell no. Trees don’t care, they don’t mind, that’s the difference. Humans mind, trees don’t. They just be.  Not trying to take all the air and leave others without, or soak up all the water and leave the other trees starving. No, only and always just enough. In perfect alignment with the world around them. Just out here doing their part, playing their role. The trees know what’s up.

Nature is the real bible. It doesn’t preach, doesn’t promote hypocrisy or request that you adhere to strict guidelines, it just is. Shows the way by way of its own inescapable nature. Trees, flowers, the wind, grass, it all simply co-exists, and perfectly so. No judgement, comparison, or questions asked. Simple, Divine perfection and cohesiveness. Take note.

With Love, Solé