My daughter’s been sick all day.
I went to work and carried that quiet guilt with me the whole time.
Back home, nursing her.
Water.
Love.
Food.
Repeat.
She’s sleeping now.
As an empath, I can feel how low her energy is
and it’s made me pause and notice my own.
Real talk:
I’ve been struggling more than I realized with the job change that happened December31st… my energy feels scattered, like it’s been leaking in too many directions at once.
Here’s a short poem that came through:
“My mind is loud with messages
bellowing down the canyon
everyone is listening,
but nothing is changing
My body is calling in another direction
the North Star is sending me messages
but am I listening?
Happy Saturday 🤍 thank you for being here.
(Drop a healing GIF)