The Power to be

Hello out there, to everyone outside of my head.  Right now, this morning I don't have a care in the world.  I think I'm meditating without even trying, it's the pre caffeine experience of feeling quite raw so I should seize this opportunity to share.

Last night I am giving Layla her last bottle before bed time and I'm tired.  My homework time has been anywhere from 11:30 - past midnight so I'm in a hurry at 11pm to get this milk down her.  She knows when I'm being hasty and instead of drinking she'll sit there with the bottle in mouth and make glug glug glug sounds as if to pretend to drink with a little but certain smile on her face.

So I stop and bring her up to face me and hold her head in my palm and try to make eye contact - it's what I'm working on with her these days, working on her visual attentiveness. 

I held her head up really close to mine and massaged her head while humming to her really softly.  She looked somewhere close to my eyes and I took that opportunity to take her eyes right through me. 
Without any magic or hocus pocus bogus, I moved energy around her and to her, using our connection as mother and my child as the source of this energy.

I have the power to heal and I also am seeing more clearly these days than ever before that I have the power to hurt. 

We can't change who we are, in fact, I honour my flaws knowing that they are my challenges. 

I choose to heal and be healed.  I have the capacity to lead with the example of my intentions. 

My intention is to work on my anger; it is not going to be my legacy.   

I'm glad I let that out.