5 EASY WAYS TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR HEART WHEN IT’S HURTING

First off- my heart, my thoughts, my prayers- my everything- are with the Black community and people of color. I don’t know what it’s like but I am here. I am listening. I see you and hear you and feel you and love you. I pledge to be an advocate, an ally and a help in any way, shape or form I can. To all my witchy mama’s and papa’s- you can do this spell from Story By Tarot or this ritual from The Hoodwitch if you feel helpless and don’t know what to do.

It is important to stand up when you see injustice. See a call for action and take it- talk to your politicians, call out racism and don’t be afraid to use your voice (this especially goes for white people! We are the ones who need to be carving out a space for everyone. That is not the conquest of the oppressed.)

BUT- don’t forget to take care of your own needs in the process. You must tend to your own heart before you can tend to the world. Self care in times of political and economic crisis are of the upmost importance. When you are scared of blooming, when you are too frightened to find the sun, you cannot give your light to anyone else.

 

Here are 5 easy ways to take care of your own heart when it’s hurting.

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1. Buy yourself flowers (or something beautiful)

You can spend under $5 (hello Trader Joes) and still get a beautiful bouquet. Or, you can go to your local farmers market and get yourself a bunch of weird flowers while still supporting your community, which is where I got the babes pictured above! Even if you’re not interested in the metaphysical properties of flowers, I swear- buying yourself some will make you feel better. There is something so soothing about the temporary beauty and soft spirit that comes with flowers. They look like magick, they’re effortless, they smell good and you can dry them. I always like to take self portraits when I buy flowers which leads us to…

2. Make art

Create something. Take a self portrait, write a poem. It doesn’t even matter if it sucks- just try. Enjoy the process. Get messy- finger paint , sculpt, make daisy chains. It doesn’t matter but I promise once you start to make something you’ll feel better. And, if your artwork turns into something beautiful, even better. Art is a physical manifestation of love, right?

3. Watch something funny

My pick is “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.” There’s something so comforting about how horrible the gang is. Laughter heals- it’s medicine. Laugh until your stomach hurts, laugh until you cry, laugh until you fart, laugh until you snort- this is a no judgment zone. Just make sure you laugh.

4. Clean

I hate cleaning. Seriously. I think it’s the worst. My definition of success is  being able to afford to hire someone to cook and clean for me. When my heart is upset (hello, today) I do like to clean! When your thoughts feel disorganized and heavy and dirty- cleaning is spiritual, both physically and energetically. Physically clearing your space allows your energy to relax. It clears the muck, it allows your aura to flow. Physically seeing the results of cleaning your environment gives your subconscious permission to do the same. Having a fresh space just feels better. Added bonus points if you smudge or burn incense when you’re done. It feels so good and even if it doesn’t- at least it’s clean!

5. Tell someone how much you love them

Take the time to text or call someone and tell them how much they mean to you. Then go deeper- why. How have they helped you evolve and learn about yourself? Tell someone why you love them and then tell them again and again. Have no one you want to talk to? Write a love letter to yourself. Passing on love makes your heart stronger. If you cannot receive love, give it until it comes back. It will come back.13620373_10153550675866207_7913389384887855294_nA crow flew by and this appeared as I began to write- what a beautiful omen. There is always light.

What’s your favorite way to heal?
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Gabriela

Sundays are for 60

I have a very special place in my heart for the strength of a powerful and confident woman. It’s no surprise that my love and appreciation for this special breed of power girl stemmed from my mother and her strength and grace. My mom is why I love fashion; she’s who I’ve admired since I was little,and she’s the reason I love dressing up. She has looked fabulous for the last 20 years of my life and will no doubt look even better for the next 20. 10488158_10152115454806207_6032125164296711650_nToday, my fabulous mother turns 60, YES 60. First off, I hope to look this great when I’m her age. I’m convinced both she and my father are like fine wine, getting better and better over time. At this rate, I’m going to look young forever. In honor of my wonderful mother, I wanted to share one of the most important things she ever taught me, and I know that I’ve talked about this on here before.

The first lesson my mom ever taught me was all about self love. She’s the one who told me that you  have to love yourself first, no matter what. You are the basis for all the love you send out into the universe, and you are the basis for all the love you receive. It’s a process, and it’s difficult, but a little understanding and compassion towards yourself goes a long way. First and foremost, you have to love yourself. Period.149236_10151899755576207_1759347200_nSeriously, 60 years of self love will make you look this good. That’s an offer I can’t pass  up. Here’s another lesson my mother taught me; live from the heart. Do what inspires you, wear what makes you feel beautiful and never, ever forget that being alive is reason enough to celebrate and bask in the gifts that the universe gives you.momMother and I even unintentionally matched today. Dear mom, thank you for being fabulous, inside and out. Thanking you for instilling in me an unparalleled passion for lipstick and  (faux) leather. Thank you for being the most incredible, power woman I know (my mother owned her own private practice by the time she was 20… sheesh!).Thank you for being the best mother I could ask for. I adore you, feliz cumpleanos mami, te adoro.

Friday Thoughts of Gratuity and Self Worth

My mom told me once that our family has the sort of face that people tell their life story to. As I get older and older and do more of my own soul searching, I can’t help but think that this is true. I grew up with parents who were completely supportive in my passions and my soul searching; they were always there to tell me I was loved and that I was worthy of what the world has to offer. They taught me to truly love myself and to be grateful for everyday on this planet, to see the positive in every situation and to take time to learn about things I didn’t know.

My parents are old souls. They are wise with a sort of wisdom that comes from knowing the universe for more than one lifetime. The lessons they started teaching to my sister and I at age five are lessons my friends in their 20’s are just learning; I think that’s why I have found myself helping people with some deep emotional issues dealing with self love and self worth during the very first conversation we have.

I was talking to my mom about this, about how important loving yourself is and she suggested writing about it, so here I am. And here’s the thing; self worth is innate.

You are worthy of love, of the universe, of happiness and of everything the world has to give you simply because you are a soul having a human experience. You are part of something greater than yourself; you are part of a collective consciousness that is huge and vast and wonderful and no matter if you’re 373 pounds or 73 pounds, you are worthy.

Worth is not determined by love, by beauty, by talent or passion. You could be a couch potato or an Olympic athlete and you are still an asset to the world. You are a physical manifestation of the universe. You are powerful beyond measure. You are wonderful. You are incredible. You are beautiful. You are loved.

Love yourself and give yourself the freedom to love others and to love the world around you.

Namaste,

Gabriela

PS; That photo is my Grandma Rose, my sister Alex and I. Such an accurate portrayal of Rose; she’s more worried about loving my sister and I than posing for a photo, even if it’s to celebrate her.