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Day20 #WritingMyselfWhole: A Beautiful Mess… And It’s Okay,

Poet Krissy Mosley 2022
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Day17 #WritingMyselfWhole: Brings Good Feelings List💙💙💜

from my Home Garden/Hydroponic Milk cartoon so proud

A List of things that bring good feelings:

1) Working in my garden, I have two strawberries growing from my milk carton hydroponic …

2) Staying in touch with friends and family 

3) Enjoying the journey, relishing the small steps 

4)Doing things without judgment or self criticism

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5) Keep going, you got this…  

6) Take the gentle reminders, nothing wrong with that

7) Giving Self Hugs -trust your worth it

I’ll continue the journey because of this understanding. Being in the journey: relishing in the good times,  the rejection times, the times of uncertainty, in the times where I feel limited, in the times when the limitations come off. 

I’m finally  to the point where I can, feel good about the process. Not so focused on -what I can accomplish. More so, allowing the peaceful mindset of no matter what happens to be the center.  And no matter what comes, stay in the center. Make peace with it. ….đź’™

Day12 #WritingMyselfWhole: Miracles of Being

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slipping beneath the weeping willows breath
simmering milk of almond berries,
warm and fuzzy, bringing back that
golden feeling,
the winners are many failings in progress
my greater horizon, my greater yet to be
miracles of being,
leaping wondrously, and sublime
shouting to the mama star, I’m glowing winds, I’m bursting
I’m fresh, anointings, and healings too,
I am the Sunday in someday
I am bones of answered prayers
legs and arms and how to get there
sinew over sinew, hugs of
wide -valley-moving,
miracles of being,
going -on
in the soul

Day#2 Writing Myself Whole: As I Let Go

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This time last year, I was dealing with so much loss. Life was slowly eating away at me. I told myself if I was to survive, I would need to make mental- changes. For me, that’s getting back to the basics. And dragging my kids along for the ride. Hoping they’d be better too.

 There’s still much work to be done. A few days ago, I was sitting in a meditative state. When  I heard a whisper  “there’s nothing eating you.” As I opened my eyes, I looked around, no one’s in the room. That’s when I knew the changes I’m making are bringing in this new way of being. As I let go of old habits, becoming more aware of unwanted cycles. Embracing what is, the things I can’t change. Releasing old ideas that no longer serve me. I give myself permission to relax, I give myself permission, that it’s okay to feel everything, and it’s okay to let everything be as it is.  As I now, let go. I give myself permission to let the light carry me.    

Some things are changing…

All of my past eczema, itchiness has cleared up. I’m not as restless as I used to be, my A -personality type can finally relax. Woo-sah!

Here’s My list of six things that’s working for me: 

* keeping an email journal by writing an email to me (no more excuses of not keeping a journal)

* pause before each next thing taking three to five breaths in the car, in the kitchen, etc.

* playing the old inspirational- spirituals brought my soul back from a dark place

* stay on a clean eating path – for me no sugar, no coffee, no junk,

* family time, and time for myself – that includes healing movements 

* And trading in my yelling for a few Woo-sah, throughout the day (parents’ you understand)

Taking in that first catch of rays on the rise.

 A  glimpse of gratitude of surprise, 

Yes it’s true! 

my eyes, behold such a splendor,

entire skies, kiss night away 

a drink of  drinks’ bluish -of holy taste.

A  bow to my head to honor this day,

lifting the moral burdens of those –

suffering, I pray. 

may it be so, a life so full, 

pouring out its’ own release

may it be so,

rolling- waves of miracles to those in need 

warm arms of comfort,

fields of love and safety  

surround us all 

may it be so,

may it be so,

Poet Krissy Mosley