You receive what you feel about things rather than feeling about things you receive.

“Keep the windows open, your breath flowing intentionally to activate and inform your sensors. Trust your internal guidance without judging others or wearing the judgment of others on you. Feel your own guidance and know it is truth. Each breath you take oxygenates the inner tributaries of your being, clearing blockages, opening forgotten channels, and allowing new vitality to flow.”

Rather than focusing on the dirty window, you may once again enjoy the view outward—or the feeling of the lens through which you see. Appreciate the colors and shapes of your stained glass, the various pieces once fractured but now brought together to form the beautiful whole work of art that is you.

Admire and appreciate the temple of your body and the stained glass masterpiece you have created.

“Collect the feather, the penny, the spoken word that resonates. Hold it within and keep it without doubting yourself. Fuel and water your seed of trust as you would a newborn.”

“Restrictions and constrictions on the body do not in any way inhibit what flows to and through you. The flow of you is eternal and unbounded. Every component—whether seen by others as modified or deformed—is exactly as you planned. Accessed and decoded by the breath, your body is not a barrier but a fluent partner in the language of YOU.”

In the pause, pregnant or otherwise, use your breath as your inner compass, your wayfinder, your truth-teller.

Listen to and tune to that, and it will bring you more to tune to — that brings joy instead of shame or greed.

What is your soil ripe for? What are the thoughts you’ve held about your life’s experience? That is the frequency you are tuned to, and that is what will flow into your garden.

Look at dissolution as revolution and re-emergence, like leaving behind the shell of what was and taking full flight from your chrysalis.

Pay attention to each action. Look at it with wonder, as though it is the first time. Although routines may save what you call time, they are groutines—worn pathways requiring little attention. They free focus for new and unformed paths, but you may miss the simple pleasure of the familiar.

Like a sculpture of ice holding within it the prize and key to the mysteries of life, you are experiencing life and benefiting from the source within — without all being revealed until you have humbled and melted back into the sea of consciousness.

Consider yourself the yeast that allows others to rise. It is not your job, nor does it require effort—only the desire to be just as you are, in all things. You are beautifully and wonderfully made.

Allow the love—the knowledge of all that is—to move through you, tempered only by your valve of resistance. Test the waters by dipping a toe in. You will soon open the gates of possibility, the funnel of flow.