Bursting into laughter when I feel the sun on my skin and wind brushing against me and realizing it is the same sun and air I have felt in every phase of my life.
I often try to explain what it feels like being an empath in what is arguably the most intense city on this planet.
Living somewhere with constant noise I can never quite get away from, even in my own bedroom, yelling, sirens, traffic…
Seeing light but also seeing and experiencing a lot of darkness firsthand.
Feeling everything that happens around me. Every interaction. Avoiding eye contact with people to prevent unwanted energy latching onto me. Lots of cleansing. Extra nurturing. Wearing layers of clothes in heat to avoid harassment. Feeling ashamed of my body, my beauty, my sensuality, something that is so sacred and the very foundation for thriving as a human. Practicing gentleness and unconditional forgiveness in a place where people are conditioned to be quick, tough, cold and unforgiving.
I feel fortunate if I even have a verbal exchange with a cashier at a store because of how closed off people are.
Onto the next task, the next hustle, always in defense mode, ready to argue.
It’s almost inevitable.
Outside environment will always be outside environment. Noise will always be noise. Darkness will always be darkness.
The only control we have is within ourselves.
It is okay to be soft. It is okay to be sensitive.
It is okay to be a female in a female vessel.
It is okay to feel everything.
It is okay to continuously love when the world around us is harsh, negative, and ruthlessly aggressive.
Practice peace in any environment.
Be a space holder.
Be the embodiment of love that you are.