14 March

What of the notion of a spirit pure and whole, at one? Who has ever experienced the sensation of joy and fun, without a lurking worry or fear buried deep below? How can we ever believe we have a right to freedom? I know that promises made so rarely fulfil the dream, but truly when we look within we see planted from seed a promise of who we can be, and all the fuel is there to grow in stature grand, providing we liberate from care our past, and all its bindings that would otherwise prevent the internal light from shining brightly, forever showing the way to tread.

Believe you have the makings of a magical gift to share. Know you will not stand for second best, but air the all of that you see ahead, in others you admire, the qualities you wish you had, to which you think you cannot aspire.

Reality is not what you think it is, but rather all the thoughts you keep hidden for fear of quips from others who play to your inner voice, the one that keeps you small. Reality is, in fact, the opposite in all measure of your talent, and you possess those things, in truth, that you wish you could pursue.

So the notion of pure spirit, of creative faculty fair, is not so distant from your ability to confront your inner fear. Come out shining, beat the voice that creeps up in the dark and tries to squash all thought of brilliance, of special spark.

Dance to a tune you’ve often hummed, and live it with such glee. Know this is your life, and truly, you can be free.