Amy's Bleeding Heart

RUBUS VILLOSUS

Wed, 15 May 2013 17:25:12 -0400

Hello! It has been so long and finally, I have come to share that new blog I was talking about last summer: rubusvillosus. There is also an accompanying Twitter account by the same name, @rubus_villosus. For the time being, I’m very active on Twitter on my @venomhearts account but as I am feeling the Phoenix within, I thought I’d share that part of the ashes will spread over those parts. Following my summer of blogging on Bleeding Hearts last year, the steps I took towards transformation really bloomed - this is one reflection of that, and there will be more to come.

Although I have not made any empath or HSP related posts recently, I do tweet and RT about it on Twitter, and I have every intention of including these topics. rubusvillosus is going to be a portal, from empath/HSP to sharing my creative work. I do hope you will take the time to visit my newborn portal, follow me on my Twitter accounts, and interact! The new blog has comments enabled, in addition to the messaging feature, and you can definitely engage me on Twitter (which is slightly addictive - especially for a Gemini rising like me!).

xx,

Amy (and the last you’ll be seeing of me in this form)

infjdoodles: It’s easy to be apathetic. It’s safe to be...

Wed, 27 Feb 2013 12:29:22 -0500

infjdoodles:

It’s easy to be apathetic. It’s safe to be apathetic. If you don’t let things get close to you then they’ll often hurt less. But, they also won’t feel as good. I would rather ride the waves, truly care about things and chase after life. ♥

On the Ship of Sinking Baby, but Not Yet Sunk

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 20:36:00 -0500

Originally, this was supposed to be a love letter, but I was in class and had to put it off until the evening. Now evening is turning into night and I can’t even remember what made me want to write a love letter in the first place (although it literally just came back to me - we’re sticking with the current plan).

Tears have been slipping from my eyes and there’s been a silent storm raging all day, spurred by Bronski Beat’s “Smalltown Boy”. I had to stop listening to the song because I grew annoyed by the fact that I could not drop everything in my life to follow what that song made me see and feel. It’s a feeling that’s become an increasingly large part of my experience lately. And it dawned me, that there are two significant markers in my life to the beginning of periods of time that heavily shaped the person I am… incorrigible, penetrating shifts marked by: music and breakdowns. From the age of 12, I was steadily headed towards a breakdown that started to peak around age 18. I’ve made no real secret of my depressive tendencies, despite wanting to cover their tracks. This time is different, even though I’ve been marked. Officially marked, that is, by music and a breakdown.

I know I am breaking down and truth be told, I enjoy dismantling. The problem was that it was never enough. My destruction never bore creation.

I know I am breaking down and truth be told, there’s only one thing I fear - the same thing I feared all those other times - failing myself.

As I recently shared with a very much loved friend of mine, I have absolutely nothing to lose and everything to gain.

Into the (cold) fire.

Psychic Amy!

Sat, 20 Oct 2012 15:15:00 -0400

My beloved bloody stumps and bloody hearts. I’ve got a bit of the warm and fuzzies going on right now to be back and writing. Lately it’s been hard to translate my inner dialogue into words; emotional impressions have been so deep and lush I can’t find words for them. But I’ve come to share something special with you, it is but a small something that can have a profound impact.

As far as Amy’s Bleeding Heart goes, I’m having the itch to shift, to reincarnate somewhere else. I will leave a trail for those who may be interested in the shape I choose take in the future. It will be different but… I’m excited for the new elements. And I’ll probably end up using my real name.

Okay, so…

A little something happened recently. I discovered my psychic strength: clairaudience. I happened upon a YouTube video about awakening your psychic potential in which a question was posed to uncover which one of the “Clairs” (clairvoyance, clairaudience, clairsentience, claircognizance) resonates with you most strongly.

If you had the choice to do one thing for your relaxation, if you had one hour and you were literally told this is your job for the next hour, you have to one of these four meditations, your choice between the four, would you rather:

look at mandalas?

listen to healing music?

have a spiritual massage to awaken your chakras, awaken your aura?

contemplate on your inner space?

Immediately I knew I would rather listen to healing music and contemplate my inner space. Naturally I did both. I always listen to music while traveling to and from work or school, or going anywhere for that matter, it’s how I ground myself and a way for me to have sacred space no matter where I am. Contemplating my inner space happens for me when I am alone, when I am in silence, when I drift off to sleep, and can occur when I lucid dream. While contemplating the inner space corresponds to claircognizance, I believe that none of the other three “Clairs” can ever be fully developed without this foundation. Claircognizance means ‘clear knowing,’ it is your inner voice and if you are not listening or trusting in this inner voice you’ll never trust your visions, your senses, or the messages you receive.

I remember the awe, joy, and relief I felt when I answered the questioned. She hadn’t even explained the answer and I was jumping ahead mentally, down the rabbit hole of realizing how predominantly auditory my spidey senses are. Since that day, I am more and more aware of how I am constantly attuned I am to the aural vibrations around me and within me, even when I’m not paying attention. There are a number of ways to listen and you’ll find that even if you are, say, predominantly clairvoyant, how you see relates to how I hear.

For example, the other day I went to go see Perks of Being a Wallflower in the theater (which was even better than I thought it would be); my back suddenly felt very warm, so I turned my internal focus to the heat I was feeling and cast a sensory net from that place to get a feel of what was going on without having to turn around look. It’s almost like my ears perked up, the way I stilled myself and listened intently. The energy (heat) I felt and was responding to by sending out my own energy, was the channel through which I was listening. For those who are clairvoyant, the may experience the same feeling but see colors/auras or images connected to that sensation of heat, clairsentient persons may just have an intuitive understanding (claircognizance) of what that sensation means without having to translate it into auditory or visual language. And it bears mentioning that we have all four psychic abilities, one or two which are most easily accessible to us and which we gain access to the others.

Often now I see more and more how clairaudience is apart of my daily life and how much it factors into my experience. Being conscious that this “clair” is my specialty, has made me aware of the nooks and crannies of the numerous facets of how to tap into this ability and has also helped to facilitate the development of other psychic skills I’ve been eager to build. All that is a post for another time, maybe even in another place. ;)

I invite you all to share your thoughts with me, to let me know how you’ve been. Amy’s Bleeding Heart is a small community but one rife with beautiful misfits and this is a safe, sacred space for you.

xx,
Amy

Days 37-40: So close to the end and at the beginning

Sun, 02 Sep 2012 16:34:00 -0400

Day 40 came and went on August 19, two days before my birthday. I was so close to the completion of Project 40 right on time but things don’t always go the way we plan. Somehow I’m adjusting to this without tremendous effort. And I guess that’s part of the point. Trying is best done with pure intentions, a whole heart, and with/of the resources you have. Trying isn’t pushing your own agenda against the current, it’s an aim in the form of an action.

The 9 days leading up to my birthday were rough. I slipped up on my routines and I hadn’t accomplished any of the goals I set for myself. Then the day of my birthday came and all I wanted to do for the day was be a hermit. So I pushed bornday festivities for that Saturday and spent the day in my bubble. I would just like to say, for anyone in the same boat, spending your birthday alone does not make you sad or pathetic.

I had been feeling really disconnected from others, even myself, but I’m glad I celebrated my birthday. Turned out to be the best one I’ve had in years. And despite the fact that I’m not where I imagined or wanted myself to be, I do feel that there are things in my life worth celebrating, people worth sharing with, and life to look forward to.

As for where these 40 days has left me… significantly more aware for one, more open, more comfortable with my own cycles, more confident to transform my cycles. As for my control issues, I find that lately I’ve been on the side of the spectrum of controlling how I respond to the things I cannot control - which has been working out for the most part.

Fun to think about where you are on the infinity loop.

Taken two days ago, Friday on the Full Blue Moon in Pisces. Got some animal medicine which is really nice and the theme of this set of pictures.

Confession:
I’m still in awe of how my life has changed, how I have changed. What a crazy point of time and space this is.

Oracle:
The power of 8 is a great giant ass octopus with its thick, meaty tentacles pushing, stealing, stuffing its way into my life. Octopi actually kinda freak me out, but … this is scary in a cool, holy shit kind of way.

Body:
Dehydrated and not up on my fitness game. But I’m proud to say my body and I communicate better.

Virtue/Vice:
Vice: not speaking up about my needs and setting boundaries until I’m drained and dragging.

Virtue: learning from experience and speaking up about my needs.

Relinquish:
when I need to, and embrace when I can.

Inspiration/Gods:
NYC, particularly the lower east side.

Structure:
Taking things as they come.

Adjusted my nail polish which got messed up shortly after this...

Sat, 01 Sep 2012 12:12:20 -0400

Adjusted my nail polish which got messed up shortly after this photo was taken.

infjdoodles: The need to rest & internalize information...

Sat, 25 Aug 2012 11:57:36 -0400

infjdoodles:

The need to rest & internalize information before you take on more, is something you can unsuccessfully fight if you want to wear yourself out more. Of course, timing isn’t always on your side and you end up spending a week at work being a zombie…

infjdoodles: I feel like there’s this hurdle I have to jump...

Sat, 18 Aug 2012 13:07:30 -0400

infjdoodles:

I feel like there’s this hurdle I have to jump over in relationships with people “it’s okay if I’m sad or afraid or feeling whatever it is I’m feeling. You don’t need to fix me or offer advice. I just need to be able to express my emotions.” Once we’re past that point and they realize I mean it, things are much easier. Having to bottle things up just makes them much worse for me.

Personally, I’m an INFP, but I relate to a very large percentage of infjdoodles’ posts.

Day 36: Cycles, brought to you today by the number 8

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 17:58:00 -0400

Catching up on almost all the posts I’d missed on Bleeding Heart gave me some perspective. There are a number of patterns I’ve found throughout doing my first Project 40 (which is nearly over!); combined with publicly posting has really made my awareness acute and created in me more motivation to break these cycles or alter their sphere of influence and the nature of their influence (i.e. negative to positive).

Despite being aware of how sensitive, emotional, and moody I can be, I don’t really give my emotions proper outlets. This causes a number of issues. Also, I’m uncomfortable sharing how I feel.
Imbalance is one of the major themes in my life and one of the things that perturbs me the most. From day to day how I view myself, my world, those around me, to how I spend my time (or not spend it) can change at a moment’s notice. These kind of extreme changes can rattle me, spill over into the next day unless I actively do something about it.
Time management. It’s a skill I lack and the older I get, the more scared I get I’m just wasting it.
Good news is I know I’m capable of so much more. Bad news is I don’t do much about it. I think too much.
Thinking too much can destroy my mood and then I go and destroy anything I’ve been building because I get all “this is pointless.” (Which is more pointless).

There are more I’m sure but those sprouted to mind immediately. Debating whether or not I want to do a second Project 40, or if I want to do a different kind of project.

Confession:
I’m burning to change my life. Fucking smoldering.

Oracle:
Considering I’m reflecting upon cycles, it definitely ties into the number 8 which also represents cycles - including transforming them and breaking one cycle to start another. The longer you spend in a cycle the stronger it becomes, and the harder it becomes to break. So choose wisely.

Body:
Eating light, haven’t had too much of an appetite. Also, I haven’t been drinking nearly enough water and I think it’s causing me to be lethargic. I need that internal cleanse, the movement of water to keep things flowing.

Virtue/Vice:
Virtue: keeping up with Project 40.

Vice: poor time management and prioritization skills.

Relinquish:
The cycles listed above.

Inspiration/Gods:
Travel, adventure, spontaneity.

Structure:
Posting for the blog.

Day 35: A Whole New World

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 17:27:00 -0400

An offer to go for a walk comes my way and though being a lazy bum in my pjs seemed far more promising for the blues I had going on, I knew movement was the better choice.

Not long after persuading myself to continually put one foot in front of the other, I came across a playing card on the ground. It happened to be a Princess Jasmine 8 card. I immediately picked it up and slipped it into my bag. Instant cheer me up find.

I’ve already mentioned the symbolism of 8 before, and it’s nice to see it again, a reminder of not only change on the horizon, but also the power I have to change.

Confession:
I feel lucky there is some part of me that holds onto the idea that my life could one day be a whole new world. Some days that has brought me more pain than it does hope, because I could not see the path to that place, but it has saved me a few times when I really needed it.

Oracle:
Princess Jasmine!

From disney.wikia.com:

Personality

Jasmine is free-spirited, and in many ways resembles the “rebellious princess” archetype. She is headstrong, and longs for the freedom that other girls have. This eventually leads to Jasmine running away, but she gets into trouble as she is initially naive regarding the world outside of the palace. Jasmine can be very willful; she refuses all of the suitors that her father chooses, preferring to wed for love rather than for wealth. Jasmine can also be kind and caring, and is considered to be clever and intelligent. She shows a love for adventure, and often accompanies Aladdin on his journeys.

Check out Day 8 for the symbolism of this number shaped like infinity.

Body:
A little walking. Tea. Painted my nails.

Virtue/Vice:
Virtue: choosing to do something.

Vice: no particular vice, I don’t think it’s right to say feeling bad is a vice. It happens.

Relinquish:
Letting emotions build, become stagnant, and paralyze me.

Inspiration/Gods:
No inspiration.

Structure:
Nada.

You write beautifully.

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 21:51:57 -0400

civis-anima,

One sentence and you have inspired me to keep going, to keep writing. Thank you.

I wanted to take the time to mention to you that it means a lot that you are open about your diagnosis, experience, and journey to recovery. I relate, even if only to the journey to better, whatever and wherever it may be.

I hope you’re creating with all of the feelings, with all jagged edges, with all myriad of things you are. And if you feel like it, you can share it with me. :)

xx,
Amy

Just wanted to say thank you for your reply and I'm so happy that you've found the same thing to be true. I have so few people in my life that I can talk to about these things and I"m glad I'm not the only one that feels this way. :)

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 21:43:49 -0400

pixiesnakes,

hello charming beauty! Thank you for sharing that video and leaving the door open for discussion.

You can always come here to share whatever be on your mind or heart, especially as you have a unique perspective and voice to share!

Love to you kick-ass femme fatale sister.

xx,
Amy

pixiesnakes: She says that empaths actually have damage to...

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 21:39:42 -0400

pixiesnakes:

She says that empaths actually have damage to their etheric bodies that create an unbalanced empathy and that we need to heal that and transform empathy to compassion with boundaries. It sort of shocked me the first time I saw the video because she says that empathy is not the spiritual gift. Compassion is the spiritual gift. After doing some energy work on myself and watching the video a second time it makes more sense.

Reblogging this from the open-minded, tender and lion hearted pixiesnakes. I was trying to say much of this in one of my empath posts from awhile back. I notice the wound we have that makes us rather imbalanced albeit incredibly kind and compassionate. Please check this out, it’s not only informative but also offers ways for us empaths to keep the best parts of us while also living more wholly, more for ourselves.

Day 34: This Mess We're In (Me, Myself, & I)

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 16:04:00 -0400

I can’t remember the days. All I know is I’m sleeping more, I’m lethargic, my body is starting to feel what I feel on the inside. I’m aware that I’m exhibiting classic signs of depression. I’m even craving sweets.

I care but the feeling of disconnection is so prevalent that I cannot see a way to bridge the gap. My birthday draws near and I panic somewhat, fearing that it’s going to echo birthdays past…ringing of disappointment and loneliness.

I don’t understand why I just can’t be happy.

I don’t post because I don’t want to talk about this mess we’re in - me, myself, and I. I have empaths following me and I’m not trying to share feelings that I’m pretty sure they know all too well, only to have it be a trigger for them.

But I figure maybe we all just need to know someone out there understands. We’re not alone.

Confession:
No confession.

Oracle:
No oracle.

Body:
Classic symptoms of depression. Body aches, sleeping more often, lack of motivation, emotional eating. Oh yes.

Virtue/Vice:
Virtue: Considering an alternative plan, revisiting a dream that can still come true.

Vice: having the sads.

Relinquish:
Hopelessness. Though I honestly have no idea how to give any of this up because when I think I have and end up back here, it’s clear I haven’t.

Inspiration/Gods:
One Direction. Yes indeed. Watching their interviews gave me a few well needed laughs.

Structure:
The battle between letting myself break down and fighting it. I don’t know if that’s structure but that’s pretty much the architecture of my day.

Day 33: Scarry Night

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 15:43:00 -0400

“I’m one scarry night.”

I write this in my journal after another night of picking away. I was messaging with Katelan and she suggested perhaps I see someone and take medication, even short term, to become stable. She related a lot to what I shared with her, sharing that I may have depression and a chemical imbalance much like she does. I know I have had depression on and off for years even without being clinically diagnosed. It is entirely possible I have an emotional “disorder” (what a horrible term) due to the fact that sometimes no specific triggers bring on my symptoms of depression. It can make me even more sad for the simple fact that it makes me feel as though something is wrong with me.

And for years I’ve become determined to sort this all out on my own and triumph over it. If I happen to have a “disorder” I’m determined to arrange the pieces into a masterpiece. I believe that a lot of psychological and emotional “abnormalities” are significant spiritually and creatively. So many creative types and artists experience harrowing dark periods, and as painful as they are, I’ll admit I have a morbid attraction and fascination with them. Walking through the dark strengthens your other senses, is a sinister yet seductive teacher, and is prime, fertile material for creation.

I’m not advocating walking into the pit of the dark arts (ayyy Harry Potter reference ;)), I’m just saying…this is me and my experience.

The trouble this time is that the feeling of wanting to die came on strong. I grew nauseous, I wanted to purge. But I felt immobilized, I felt worthless. I felt torn and I had no idea how to move when my body was not whole.

I push myself to go to the gym, perhaps inducing an endorphin rush might help. But I left the gym early after a man who keeps talking to me now, came to offer me unsolicited advice on what my gym routine should be, on a day when I really just wanted to be left [the fuck] alone.

When I woke up, it was early, I really thought I’d have a good day, that I could turn things around. It didn’t quite go as expected, but hey, at least I tried.

Confession:
The whole “not enough” thing. That no matter how hard I try, it’s not enough. That I’ll never be happy. Feeling worthless because I’m not making my potential energy kinetic. All the glorious depressive thoughts that I try and relinquish but never seem to go away. Le sigh.

Oracle:
The beautiful light that is always reflected.

Body:
Nausea from emotional toxins. Gym.

Virtue/Vice:
Virtue: making an effort to turn my mood around.

Vice: letting my social anxiety best me and not returning to the gym since this man started talking to me every time I go.

Relinquish:
Social anxiety.

Inspiration/Gods:
No inspiration.

Structure:
The effort to create structure, even though it fell apart.

Day 32: Slide

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 15:06:13 -0400

Last night I met up with someone I’ve known for a few years in the neighborhood. It’s hard to call her a friend, because I feel there’s an element of connection lacking, but she’s really cool, always with a beaming smile and leads a wonderfully interesting life.

I woke up with our meeting the night before on my mind. It unraveled me. It brought to light my loneliness. The connection that has been lacking. Suddenly all the little things that I had been able to let roll down my back before started poking and prodding me. It was the start of withdrawing into the black hole I thought wouldn’t swallow me.

This would be the trigger that fires away at that which targets depression for me, I would let myself slide for a few days into the black before trying to come up for air.

Confession:
Sometimes I pray, in fact I pray quite often, but sometimes it feels futile.

Oracle:
No oracle.

Body:
Lack of proper hydration.

Virtue/Vice:
Virtue: Waking up in the morning to music. Music old and new to my ears.

Vice: worry and anxiety over things I cannot control.

Relinquish:
Picking at myself.

Inspiration/Gods:
No inspiration, but listen to slide, it’s the title of this day after all.

Structure:
Discovering the structure to my own doom and gloom.

Day 31: Listening

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 14:46:11 -0400

After a super yummy breakfast of coffee, grilled cheese, and music, I discover two e-mails warm and baked in my inbox. A moment of selfhood occurred, where I felt that essence of who I am.

My iPod was on shuffle and as I opened the Winged Maiden’s e-mail, Scars had ended and Fumbling Towards Ecstasy came on. We have such a knack for synchronicity, the two of us, and those songs sang our synchronous song as we had been talking about the scars of the past that we are so aware of when we endeavor to begin a new relationship (friendship or otherwise).

And as Fumbling Towards Ecstasy made a bed as my eyes turned upon the first line, I hear these lyrics:

All the fear has left me now
I’m not frightened anymore.
It’s my heart that pounds beneath my flesh
It’s my mouth that pushes out this breath

And if I shed a tear I won’t cage it.
I won’t fear love
And if I feel a rage I won’t deny it
I won’t fear love.

Companion to our demons
They will dance and we will play
With chairs candles and clothes
Making darkness in the day
It will be easy to look in or out
Upstream or down
Without a thought

And if I shed a tear I won’t cage it
I won’t fear love
And if I feel a rage I won’t deny it
I won’t fear love

Peace in the struggle to find peace
Comfort on the way to comfort

And if I shed a tear I won’t cage it
I won’t fear love
And if I feel a rage I won’t deny it
I won’t fear love
I won’t fear love
I won’t fear love

Taking in the conversation from two nights before, and the two electronic letters of the morning, I mused that it was time to listen. These individuals with whom I exchange reflect back to me an image of myself that I find difficult to see. It is time to really listen, to pay attention to the simple fact that most of what I hear from others happen to be positive.

Confession:
Little things make me happy.

Oracle:
The beautiful light that is always reflected.

Body:
Grilled cheese.

Virtue/Vice:
Virtue: liking who I am.

Vice: picking at something that’s trying to heal, I do this on so many levels.

Relinquish:
Ego.

Inspiration/Gods:
Friendship.

Structure:
Can’t remember.

Day 30: Bubble Time

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 13:23:34 -0400

Day 2 of being selfish. Bed, tea, movies, tv shows, naps, meditation, crystals.

The feeling of something on the horizon that keeps one foot moving in front of the other. The seismic movement of the earth so deep you must be still and silent to hear it. But it makes everything shift. Everything, everything.

Confession:
I’m hungry (and sometimes ache) for heart, flesh, and soul.

Oracle:
Nada.

Body:
French Vanilla tea.

Virtue/Vice:
Virtue: Waking up in the morning to music. Music old and new to my ears.

Vice: Body insecurities.

Relinquish:
Wanting a special someone.

Inspiration/Gods:
Love, sex, silence.

Structure:
Another day of bubble time.

Day 29: Selfish

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 15:53:52 -0400

Taking the advice of turtle totem, I decide to spend the day relaxing, retreating into my own shell.

I lounge around, closing my eyes for half an hour when I feel a tension headache coming on from all the ‘lectronics.

Towards the evening my mood shifted from happily prancing around in my bed and watching online telly, to cloudy and brooding. Truth be told, I’d been feeling inspired lately, which is not a bad thing at all but I hadn’t bore any life with my creative sensibilities finally feeling fertile again. I don’t know what I was waiting for to start writing again, but last night I encouraged myself to give writing a try. To not be too mindful of what I’m writing, but to pour from the consciousness of my feelings. Something like that…

And that is how Death by Ink was born. I had forgotten how spending a whole day in your own world allows your creative bits to frolic, get naughty, make sweet, sweet love, and get cozy in neglected corners until something you didn’t even know could come out of you… sees the light of day.

Before going to sleep, I get an e-mail that puts a crazy huge grin upon my face.

Be selfish and do it without guilt. Being selfish can actually be selfless especially if your selfishness allows your to replenish your energy, which then nourishes your creativity, which then is shared with others who will benefit from it. Catch my drift?

This month is embrace Leo month, so go for it and enjoy it, fuck everything and everyone else, it’s for their own good after all! Haha! Give yourself some sun-filled sugar love!

Confession:
It felt really good to have written something.

Oracle:
When the mood clouds came rolling in, I knew I either had to create or I was in for a shitfest.

Body:
picked at random foods. used this froth maker thing on my coffee. it made me so happy and now I’m addicted to coffee again. (but really did it ever stop?)

My eyes are changing. This means a lot to me.

Virtue/Vice:
Virtue: writing.

Vice: Making progress and feeling like crap because I haven’t walked the whole road yet. Silly girl.

Relinquish:
Guilt (for being selfish).

Inspiration/Gods:
Turtle totem; the beauty of the male species; power of love, faith and the self.

Structure:
Introvert time = creative vortex.

Curious to know...

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 14:56:00 -0400

If you guys have any opinions as to how to make this Bleeding Heart more interactive?

I am very interested in creating a space for you guys to interact with me, comment, ask questions, share your own insight and magical lives. Not sure if that means using a different a website altogether, or if there is any interest on your end in this.

I am looking to expand the content of my blog as well, which ties into why I chose to post my Project 40 here. We could talk astrology, herbs, creativity, crystals…anything really that makes you feel like there is some magic in your life.

If you have any ideas feel free to reply to the question below, or pop a reply in my ask box - also open for heart connections, story telling, Q&A about any content on the blog (including myself haha), it’s a mystery box! So put something in and see what you get!

What do you guys think?