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Today you're okay, today you're safe, and thriving; today you've had a good day and today you're loved. There's nothing you have to do, just be. In your beingness you're blessed with expansion and alignment. When you obsess about all the details, you constrict yourself, you cap your growth, you clip your wings. But you're meant to fly beautiful one, you're meant to soar high up into the pinks and blues and darks of the sky, into all the colours, and directions and depths of the sky above; through valleys and jungles, and deserts and cities. 

You're here to experience it all, to feel it all. But the more you think, the more you numb, you shut down and the more you fear but, why fear? 

Love, love it all! The hard, the ugly, the breathtaking; the pure and the impure, the light and the dark; the beauty and the tears for it is all meant to be experienced. 

Breathe. Each time, breathe and feel. Breath will anchor you in whatever it is you're experiencing and need to feel. There's nothing to fear or run away from. 

If you really remembered who you are, you would cry the most exquisite, joyful tears and would allow yourself to live your human life without so much judgement. 

Your humanity is a gift, not a prison. So, even when you feel trapped you are not; even when you feel heartbroken, you have immense capacity for healing and loving again, and again, and again. Even when you feel lost, you're exactly where you're meant to be. 

It is with each breath, each inhale and each exhale that you remind yourself  you are indeed alive, here on planet Earth! And you decided to incarnate at this particular point in time for a reason. Your soul craved expansion and you said yes! So, beautiful light being, remember you're forever loved, eternal and unbound; you're connected to it all, the people, places and experiences. Learning every day, be and breathe and know you're forever held and sacred. 

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