“Don’t give it energy,” my mother would often say.

She was referring to our inclination to fixate; to attach the heaviness of thought to what should be a transient condition.

“Remember, what you think will grow…” And, she was right.

Like watering the seeds, our attention yields. Whether grief, sadness, mistrust – or, optimism and faith…the decision is always ours.

Which do we choose to invite? And which do we ask to stay?

Though the inclination may be strong, even a hurricane knows its rest. Let that be the test. Let patience be your focal point.

And, when you discover that these stories no longer bind – you’ll find the freedom you’ve sought for so very long.

What you think will grow…

In peace, my loves…

Namaste ❤