Permission Granted

Permissions open a doorway, a pathway into a new reality, a plethora of possibilities…

So often we don’t. Don’t give ourselves space, room, the opportunity for potential, for growth. Don’t let ourselves explore the vastness of what is ours to explore. (PS. uncensored. swear words included…)

I say it’s time….

I give myself permission…

Permission to be all of me, every bit, the praised, the shunned, the loved, the ridiculed. I grant myself full and complete permission to embrace and express them all, every part, every piece, every strange personality and unique nuance. To howl at the moon, to scream from the rooftops, to dance like the wild woman that I am and to love that everyone is watching. I give myself permission to stop whenever I need to. Full stop. To say no with strength and fierceness, a boldness that cuts through the pushers and the guilters and the critics and establishes that I live in this dear and journeyed skin of mine and I know exactly what I need thank you very much.

I give my mind permission…

To be bolder than ever. Full permission to navigate the edges of my perception and far beyond, to witness the crumbling of what I knew to be possible and the rise of the mystical, miraculous and mirror-cracking. I grant my ingenious mind full permission to send countless strings of connection out to the cosmos and tap the wires, to download the unimaginable, to translate wild and seemingly impossible visions into reality, to be as wide open as the widest ocean and just as vibrant and teeming with life.

I give my body permission…

To speak the fuck up, to whisper, to shout, to do what it takes to be heard and acknowledged for the wisdom keeper and truth teller that it is. I allow my body to share its multitude of experience and sensation, to tell me sordid and sensational tales of the past and the present and the future, to stop me in my tracks and sprint me to the finish line, all in its perfect time. I give this body of mine permission to grasp my hand and take me on adventures that threaten to shatter my senses into a million electrified pieces, the stories written in laugh lines and stretch marks and scars, the pleasure lighting me up from the inside out like a firefly. You and me body, we’ll set the world alight.

I give my heart permission….

To open without fear of betrayal, at least from me. No promises about the rest, but me, I’ve got you, I’m here, we’re in this together. I give you, my precious heart, permission to be the courageous leader of this army that is every single cell that makes up this person they call Alexa, to trust that we are behind you shouting your name, listening intently for further direction, ready to act with boldness and strength in your name. I give you permission to teach me softness, the subtlety that is yours alone, to counsel in the ways of connection and depth and compassion and to be embraced for the sacred centre of knowing that you are. To share in whispers with me, as the mood strikes you, what this love stuff is really all about.

I give my life permission…

To be what it needs to be, free from the rules and restraints and conditions and norms. Full permission granted to you life, to push the limits of it all or not, to go beyond or to stay within, to be huge or be tiny, to shed the expectations and agendas that I might have held or the pressures I might have exerted for you to be something you’re not meant to be. Life of mine, I invite you to be rich and delicious and full, to be an exploration of territory known and unknown, to be a deep dive into the nature of love itself so that when we exit stage left in some wonderful dramatic way, you and I, we will know that we drank every bit of it in and it was damn fine.

I give my loved ones permission…

To honour me with honesty. To know I’m capable and ready for the truth, that my stability is a foundation built of love, surrender and knowing, and although it can be shaken, even broken a little, it is only to make way for one of even greater staying power. I give each and every one of you permission to be your real self, no masks, no toning it down, knowing no rejection will be found here, and if it is, know that I will embrace it as a teaching for my own growth. Know that some space and time might go between us, but we don’t have to be touching to be connected. I allow you to see me for all that I am, sometimes harmful, like a fire that burned just a little too hard and fast, and love me anyways, knowing that every one of us has it in us to burn and none of us, in our heart of hearts, brings this to our loved ones in a fully aware and conscious state, in our centers we are organic fair-trade raw chocolate, so so good. Know that you are loved, even for your flaws, but more so, seen for all the wonders that make up you.

And finally, to the whole of me…

I give you permission to be human, make mistakes, fuck up royally, blow up the lab over and over again just because. Because that is what life is all about – forget the you-must-be-a-success-and-it looks-like-this bull-shit, release the rulebook and the follow-my-footsteps-to-millions path to disillusionment and thinly veiled pyramids – blaze your own messy, adventure-filled, fabulous trail. I allow you to be flawed deeply and be met there, to say the absolutely wrong foot-in-your-mouth things and still have a home to come home to, to break every glass by accident or on purpose and never fear your place and necessity in this world, to turn your eyes and ears and being to the truth and never waver, despite the pull to deceive even and especially yourself. I want you to know that the worth of you alone and the creations that pour from you is only matched by what created your very essence. Your value stands on its own two feet. Always and forever. Your own way and the following of it is the reason you are here in the first place. You are pure magic. Permission granted to own it.

xo

Alexa