We count.
It matters how we want it all to feel.
I want my day to feel like a cosmic playground sprinkled with rainbow fairy flowers.
I want my breath to feel like Springtime warming my core.
I want my life to feel like a Hafiz poem, honey-dipped and dusted in gold.
I want my smile to feel like sunrays zinging from my heart.
We are magnets for our life experience.
I want my service to feel like an elegant, never-ending exhale.
I want my love to feel like cartwheels in the sand.
I want my laughter to feel like twinkling stars patting their full bellies.
I want my words to feel like river rocks shaped by sacred waters.
We set the tone.
I want my hands to feel like pulsing, Alex Grey dreams.
I want my eyes to feel like butterflies coasting on the wind.
I want my body to feel like supple spirals unfurling from the Hand of Life.
I want my dancing to feel like Ginger Rogers and Alvin Ailey had a lovechild.
We are tuning forks.
I want my writing to feel like innocent whispers of lavender-scented angels.
I want my photos to feel like spacious, juicy slices of eternity.
I want my work to feel like pure, divine orchestration.
I want my inspiration to feel like swinging so my toes touch the edge of the universe.
We count. It matters how we want it all to feel.
Let yourself declare how you want it all to feel.
Let your feelings invite Destiny to take you in its arms.
And let Life give you what is yours.
*This post is inspired by Firestarter Danielle LaPorte. Her white-hot writing is sheer genius, and her “burning questions” inspire each of us to nurture our inner Rumi or Rilke. Check her out here.
And, if you like my photos, you can follow me on Instagram @suzanneschiller!
Aloha,
Suzanne