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em · path // a person with the ability to perceive or experience the emotional state of another individual and themselves.

in this section, you'll find words and emotional exercises + practices to soften, learn, grow. 

more (love) will be added.

letters // for when you're tired of pushing
Gina Ciarrocchi ZechJuly 1, 2018letters to myself, collective consciousness, mindfulnessComment
letters // for when you're anxious
Gina Ciarrocchi ZechApril 29, 2018anxiety, fear, pranayama, emotions, mindfulnessComment
letters // for when you're on cloud nine
Gina Ciarrocchi ZechMarch 29, 2018letters to myself, mindfulness, collective consciousness, gratitudeComment
letters // for when you feel you're not enough
Gina Ciarrocchi ZechMarch 6, 2018letters to myselfComment
letters // for when everything is coming together
Gina Ciarrocchi ZechMarch 4, 2018letters to myself
letters // for when everything is falling apart
Gina Ciarrocchi ZechMarch 3, 2018letters to myselfComment

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When the going goes, I reach for the clouds. ☁️ ⭐️
Move. • A story: A giant spider crawled on me in a dream. A friend lying next to me said, “don’t move. Just let it pass.” So I lied still. The spider meandered over my throat and paused, solemnly sitting there, before departing from my personal space. Her message: Move. Speak. Later in the dream, I was in a group of people, none I recognized. Another giant spider was spotted, and the group went to great lengths to try to kill it. Her message: Listen, don’t kill me. • The first result: The meditation at the link in my bio. • The second result: Free tarot readings. If you’re near or far, I offer up to you a reading from me. DM me if you’re interested.
“I deserve it.” How often do we say or think that? We’ve endured something (hard work, a rough relationship, a tough workout, a bout with a tantrum-y child, a busy week) and perhaps “I deserve [a nap, me time, a better partner, a snack, dinner out, a vacation]” comes up. What would happen if we just did the things we wanted to do and didn’t rationalize our choices by glorifying our suffering? Pendulum swinging one way: “I should do...” Pendulum swinging the other way: “I deserve...” Aaaaand the middle ground: “I choose...,” “I want...,” “this shit is for me and that’s that!” #brainfood
To describe my mother would be to write of where the edges of a rainbow blend with the sky. If the eye of a hurricane had a conscious mind, it’d be her — knowing that to build something up, it must be challenged, broken down. My mother is a butterfly — growing, transforming, sprouting wings to allow her to seamlessly flit and magically accomplish everything she sought to accomplish. My mother is the song of every bird early in the morning, even the mourning dove. My mother is the steady sound of wind through trees, raindrops on my roof, snowflakes on my window sill. If you could hear the sound of the sun’s rays or the gleam of each star, it’d be her — the deepest of deep belly laughs, the brightest and toothiest of smiles. My mother is the peace after a strong thunder has passed. My mother is sounding board, North Star, and compass to hear me and lead me back home to myself. My mother is worn but spritely hands. My mother is the fixer, the doer, and sometimes the martyr. My mother is Lioness, the fiercest protector, mixed with Empress — divine, quick to forgive, never willing to cut one’s nose to spite one’s face. My mother is strength and beauty, sadness and anger, pain and sorrow, bliss and peace, teacher and student. My mother is light and shadow, As am I. — gcz, inspired by Maya Angelou —
 
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