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A new poem just flowed through me and I would love to offer it to this inspiring sisterhood! 
Photography by Chanel Baran

Awakening to a New Day
by Lauren Love

I want to wake up each and every day 
with an anticipation of what shall unfold, 
with a childlike excitement about what magic this day will bring. 

I want to look out of the window 
and notice the light on the trees, 
the wind gently moving 
the leaves and the aliveness of all that is. 

I want to notice the light and the shine, 
the sparkle and the magic 
that underlies the misery and torment of the destructive mind. 
I want to see beyond the fears 
and illusionary stories that keep us constrained 
and masked from the truth of who we truly are. 

I want to stay open, to stay soft 
and to allow myself to be seen even when it’s terrifying 
and I want to burrow in my cave. 

I want to look people in the eye 
and truly see them and be seen;
to allow our souls to meet, 
to witness without judgment, 
to always see through the eyes of Love. 

I want to dance with life, 
to live in celebration and excitement 
of all that is being created in the moment. 
Mindful of every word, every thought, 
every action, every meeting 
and encounter that unfolds within the day.

I want to be free!
Truly free to see, to feel, to express myself
as the stream of consciousness that I am, 
the soul that is me. 
Free to love with the entirety of my being:
to surrender to Love. 
As I am love, 
and so are we,
let us see.

Photography by Chanel Baran

Lauren Love: Lauren works as a Montessori Teacher and Carer of Magical Babies. She is passionate about holistic education for little ones and her intention is to empower and inspire the children and encourage them to develop their innate inner gifts. Lauren feels that teaching kindness, collaboration, creativity and connection are just as important as academic subjects and enable our children to blossom into loving, confident and self empowered adults. The children are the future of our planet and it’s our job to guide them wisely. Lauren believes in teaching the children love and respect, to love and respect themselves, each other and our Earth. Lauren sees the children as our magical teachers and believes that if we are present with them they can teach us unconditional love, presence, how to live in the moment and not be attached to the past or future, to live in a state of joy, awe and wonder seeing every moment through new eyes. Lauren is currently writing a series of holistic books for children and is looking for a children’s publisher. She also works as a transformational therapist offering sessions in hypnotherapy and energy healing. A lover of heart~full conversation, soul connection, nature, holistic education, wellness, travel and sisterhood.. a huge romantic with a deep heart desire for sacred union. You may connect with Lauren via her website here. 

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~


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