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even know it existed.
I was their mother - their protector, their guide - and I
knew I had to rise. Not just survive. RISE.
That night, I surrendered.
I called out to the Divine, “Please help me. Give me the
strength to trust life again. Help me be the mother my
children need. I choose to believe there is a gift waiting
for me in all of this. Show me the way.”
I sat quietly, breathing deeply, and finally, finally, I listened
to my soul.
I tapped. Intuitively, with no structure or script, I moved
my hands to different points on my body. As I tapped, I
spoke my truth. Out came the sadness, the anger, the
helplessness, the old lies I’d told myself for years.
I cried, I trembled, I released. Then - without forcing it - new
words came. Words of strength. Hope. Determination. A
remembering of who I really was.
When it was done, I placed my hands over my heart,
and in the quiet glow of the moon, I knew something
had shifted.
Gratitude poured out of me - gratitude for the moon,
for my beating heart, for my two beautiful children.
Everything was the same around me. But inside?
Everything had changed.
The next morning, I woke up brimming with lightness. I
bundled up my babies and we set off on an adventure.
We collected shells and driftwood, danced barefoot on
the sand, laughed until our bellies hurt. For the first time,
I could see the magic in the salty air, feel the miracle of
the breeze through my hair.
I had chosen a new thought. And that choice had opened
the door to joy.
Nature became our sanctuary. I began using pure
essential oils, letting their gentle aromas lift my spirits.
I tapped whenever I could, each session peeling away
another layer of fear.
Butterflies began appearing everywhere. A sign, to me,
that I was in the flow of Life once more.
Over time, life began to feel expansive again. Small
glimmers of possibility opened before me, and I started
to dream new dreams - ones that felt truly aligned with
my heart. I had found my purpose. And more than that - I
had found mySelf.
When you are in the thick of it, it’s easy to believe the
pain will last forever.
It won’t. Storms pass. Wounds heal. Hold on, dear heart.
There is a way through - and it leads to something more
beautiful than you can imagine.
Finding Your Own Wings: Tools for Transformation
These are the tools that helped me find my wings again.
I call them my Butterflies. And now I’m sharing them with
you, so you too can rise, heal and remember the light
that’s always been inside of you.
Allow yourself to grieve.
Let the tears fall. Write the words that ache to be written.
Whisper the truths you’ve hidden away. Healing begins
when you stop pretending you are fine - and honour the
truth of your tender, precious heart.
Remember, you are not alone.
Even when loneliness wraps itself around you, you are
part of the great human story. You are held in unseen
ways, more deeply loved than you know.
Keep your vibration high.
Seek out the songs that stir your spirit, the stories that
spark hope, the souls that see your light. Protect your
energy with the fierceness of someone who knows they
are sacred.
Surrender.
Lay down the heavy armour of control. Trust that life -
mysterious and wise - is carrying you somewhere good,
even if you cannot yet see the shore.
Let nature cradle you.
Feel the earth beneath your feet. Breathe the language
of the trees. Watch the sky remind you how to soften,
how to trust, how to rise.
Give to yourself, without apology.
Light a candle. Take a long bath. Walk in the rain. Read
the poetry. Let your own love refill your empty cup.
Nourish your body with kindness.
Feed it with food that blesses you, water that cleanses
you, and care that sustains you. You are rebuilding
something sacred within you.