Once I realized that I am not just “weird” but that in fact I am a Beautiful Weirdo, well honey everything else just fell into place around me. I stopped trying to be anyone other than my own self, in all of my wonderful weirdness, because THAT is my special sauce. I own my sky-high optimism, and my self-searching shadowy moments of fear & doubt. I shit rainbows and hold space for people in my faerie dust, covered in golden Light and wrapped in unstoppable, unbreakable Love. I believe in believing in you, in me, and in our own immeasurable…
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I’ve always been fascinated with treasure hunting, how about you? When I was little, I used to paint rocks in glitter and gold, bury them in my front yard, create an elaborate map (complete with burnt edges to make it look cool and really old) and gather a couple of the younger kids on my block to go find the buried treasure. They loved it, and it was such fun for me, too! On my most recent international adventure, I did a grown up version of this by blessing and hiding these tokens on a tiny island in the middle…
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