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THE BREATH OF LIFE by Solodad Maria

 A new dawn is rising…

The early morning awakens my soul’s desire for peace, connection and beauty.  The infinite source of life blesses each day with the unity and balance of a new dawn: a new life. With each breath I open and release that which is the presence of the Divine within, and my truest nature: a blessed woman and healer of souls.  

Deep sensitivity awakens inside of me as I reflect on each moment of possibilities and freedom. I feel the breath of life speaking and breathing through me: staying with me and blessing me with eternal wisdom and love. It’s the breath of God/Goddess, the breath of the beloved. And it fills me with the joy of uniting with the source. Blessed be every breath rising like a new dawn: rising like a new me.

The Breath of Life

If I give away my deepest soul
If I give away what is yet to unfold
If I bless each day with a life that is new
Will I know myself as this woman I am?

If I bless this moment: deeply loved
If I breathe in this breath with the Divine that I am
If I know my soul is as deep as the ocean
Will it come back to me as a source of joy?

Will I free myself and bless each second
Knowing who I am and truly living this breath
In soulful solitude
With a longing in the heart
Blessing me with the wisdom 
That frees me to be

Aaaaaah…

The breath of life!



Solodad Maria
 has worked as a healer and spiritual midwife for nearly twenty years. Though Solodad is based in the United Kingdom, she is a member of the International Association of Medical Intuitives. Using sound and movement as healing tools, she draws mainly from tribal and indigenous cultures. She is author of Healing From The Heart,an autobiographical account of awakening and the woman inside. You may connect with Solodad via her website here, follow her blog "Feminine Awakening" here, or e-mail her solodadmaria@rediffmail.com




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