How much of my life do I feel brought alive by? How much of what I do every day serves the progression of my life towards the feelings I desire above all others? How can I instill more habits more frequently that deepen my resonance with all that I desire to experience? How much of my life am I simply… Read more →
Category: Pregnancy
The Force of Opening to my Resistance
While consistency has not always been my strong suit, it is the stable energy that has been sucked like a vacuum into my everyday existence. The wiggles and shifting of my little Eloise, the ways my life has taken a certain form each day, every morning, near like clock work. Even if catapulted into these experiences with daily struggles of… Read more →
untitled inconsistency consistently expressed #2
There is no resistance to my withdrawing. I am so well practiced in stepping back and into myself my life is built around this freedom- to be just me, just myself. I have so immersed myself in this surrender for years now- I wanted to fully embrace all the singularity of “who is Artemis Walden” for a couple decades now-… Read more →
I’ve outgrown what once was my life…
Me. Every word. And as free and fully alive as I feel, it’s really heavy sometimes, because feeling connected is hard when I Know I have outgrown the mental-emotional limitations and perspectives of those who I was once so intertwined with… I feel isolated often by how I have outgrown all that once was key in the definition of my… Read more →
The ache leads to surrender and forgiveness….
What type of parent doesn’t even bother to try to see their pregnant child for Xmas, yet only pesters that child for the money he essentially forced her to spend to fund an extra long skiing, Xmas and NYE (and beyond) trip with the other child and her significant other for the 2nd? 3rd year in a row? (Yes, I… Read more →
*rant* I need many, many hugs.
Every morning recently I wake up feeling overwhelmed by stress, even though, I do manage to feel better by about mid-day/evening. The constant headache from temple pressure from stress is a special type of h*ll since I can’t really take anything for pain without wondering if I’m hurting my little one… This has been going on my entire life, mornings… Read more →
It’s been a while… *update in progress* +food combining Alder Brooke *horn toot*
Recently I got so dehydrated from puking that I had to go to an emergency room for iv fluids. However, the iv they put in was really badly placed and the first medicine they gave me made me worse for the next 24+ hours til my barely conscious self was so forthright with the Dr. prescribing to me that whatever… Read more →
Diary: Nov.21st, 2015
I wax poetic about everything. My life, the state of the world, politics… it adds the glimmer of hope to every dark corner, reminds me that shadows are vehicles of the light. My mornings are times of great struggle and exhaustion pulls at my every thought though the day. I’m only in my second trimester, the time when literally what… Read more →
I miss fireflies.
When I get engrossed in a good book or a good film/show, the thoughts plug in as if into a different reality. These timelines and people become my world for a brief period as if I am entranced in the very bodily experiences of those in front of me presented before my mind. The development of the character entangles directly… Read more →
Relishing solitude.
Today after my naturopathic doctor’s appt was rescheduled, I followed the pull to a gift shop I didn’t even know exsisted til I was pulling into the parking lot, drawn in like a moth to flame. I was immediately pleased and in a state of open appreciation walking into the shop and looking around. I was immeadiately drawn to the… Read more →