Fatalis Fatum

Fatalis Fatum. Belonging to fate. Ordained by destiny. It has been spoken. What is destined to be. A divine utterance. Inevitable. It is written. 

A belief grounded in some of us with a trust that what is meant to be, will be. A belief our soul carries in our breaths… a reminder of the lives we have lived and the ones yet to come. 

Fatalis Fatum. Belonging to fate. Ordained by destiny. It has been spoken.What is destined to be. A divine utterance. Inevitable. It is written.

Yet maybe even fate leaves room for choice…

Deep breaths, holding still…

I can feel my heart expanding as it carries a breath I may not take it with ease but am so grateful to hold. A gift, a promise, a belief, all conflicting yet coexisting. 

Holding it as I hold love for those around me. Holding it as I brace for what could be next. Holding it as I dare to hope for something more. Holding it as I feel the love around me. 

In a breath, our heart holds all that is and what we are told will be. Yet in that breath I felt a change, a change of what could be…

Releasing what must be as we dream of what we hope to be… creating space for possibilities and faith beyond uncertainty.

Years of this in practice by so many. I often wonder, after all this time are we aware we’re still doing it.

Deep breaths, holding still…

Exhale what is destined, inhale intention,
exhale what is given, inhale purpose, exhale what we think we know, inhale what we hope could be. 

Our life lesson rooted in necessity and blossoming into so much more..

When nothing is certain, anything is possible.

Fatalis Fatum, but maybe even fate leaves room for choice.

From it is written to we are writing it… this week is dedicated to those who took these breaths and held them with me and for me. Without you, I simply would not be. 

I am full of awe as I acknowledge the love and intention I receive. One that will take lifetimes to deposit back but trust our connections will transcend for that to be.

Until then, gratitude, love and light is the energy and healing I share back. 

This is 50.

From it is written, to we are writing it… thank you for lighting the way. I hope you too find your possible.

Deep breaths, holding still… these I hold for you.

love. e.