Over last several weeks it’s never been clearer to me that we are all so unique and individual – yet we are literally all going through a 100% universal experience – a collective time of suffering and uncertainty. Everyone knows about coronavirus. You would have to LITERALLY be living underneath a rock to not be affected by it in some way, shape, or form. The struggle is shared and it’s real for each of us, but it’s also affecting each of us differently, and that’s perfectly okay. 

I don’t really get poetry. Which is kind of surprising since poetry is 99.9% about expressing feelings and ideas (something I’m kind of into), but it’s a form of writing I’ve never really been able to connect to. I think it’s because poetry is supposed to be rhythmic and while I’m a musically inclined person, rhythm has always been the most challenging element of music for me. Anyway, I recently heard the poem “Please Hear What I’m Not Saying” for the first time and wanted to share it because…

I really hate when I see a social media post with #selfcare in the caption.

Please no. Just no. #selfcare is such a scam. Okay, maybe it’s a not scam in the sense that no one is pretending to be a Nigerian Prince while really trying to steal all your money. But…

My work is to help you learn how to connect with that inside of yourself and learn to hear it so you can start living a life that is lead by your self – instead of one lead by other people’s/systems voices and opinions or your own limiting beliefs and stories you’ve been stuck in for too long.

Everyone else was asleep and I was exhausted – but I was stuck wide awake. No amount of deep breathing was calming the tightness and pressure in my chest and I just kept running conversations through my head over and over – conversations with myself, with my husband, the universe, people from my past.