One week until International Woman’s Day (March 8th)! How are you celebrating? Which woman in your Life comes to mind when you are awake enough to feel the huge WOW of Her? Who causes your heart to recognize the astounding power of Woman— as a creator of Life, as a powerhouse of complex orchestration, so potently attuned to the power of feelings, a sumptuous delight of divine floral expression? Is it your mother? Is it Rosa Parks, Marianne Williamson, Maya Angelou, Brené Brown, Oprah Winfrey, Greta Thunberg, Julia Butterfly Hill? Is it the mother of your child, or the blossoming Woman within your daughter? Look in the mirror. If you’re a woman, let it be YOU, too, who appears when you’re wowed with awe.
Just look at YOU… living and speaking your truth, an expression of Love with every chance you get. Woman, you are the essence of stunning beauty, ALIVE. You matter big time. Open your eyes wide. Free yourself. Own your power, your succulence, your freedom in this one precious Life. Dear women, if you could use a big burst of support to help you see the Love you ARE in the “mirror” of your own soul’s eyes, stay tuned as we launch our sacred, sensual RebirthHer ceremony on Saturday March 5th. Our free online version will be offered here at no cost to women worldwide, for International Women's Day. If it was up to us, there'd be no war. Woman, you are held. 🙏🏽✨
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One year ago today I had brain surgery and was gifted a near death experience (NDE) that has lit-up my Life inexplicably. Dear readers, I am thrilled to report it's been a stellar recovery. Every day offers tears of awe. Today I'm more convinced than ever: We are here to revel. Truly, the veil between Life and death of the body is thin. It could be "over" so fast. One day, it will be. So for now, LET'S LIVE IT UP! Reveling in the gift of breathing, laughing, crying, feeling, laying our noses in the bosom of spring roses, laying our eyes on the rainbows that dance on clouds and ponds. Last night I let the full moon kiss my shoulders. To fully accept that it is just as much a joy for the moon to kiss my shoulders as it is for me to praise her face and glow... to me, that is being alive. Feeling this connection, this state of being in-Love with nature, is like a dance that never stops! How could I share this joy I feel in Rebirth with all of humanity? When I asked this question to my "higher self" the answer I got was: RebirthHer. Laying on a massage table, in autumn 2021, I saw a vision of a sacred ceremony I'd lead for women to give birth to ourselves. For the past six months, I've been feeding this vision and it's now just two weeks away. RebirthHer is a sacred ceremony for women who choose to co-create a world of Love over fear, held near San Francisco on March 5, 2022 in honor of International Women's Day. To make it happen, I'm raising $1,000 in February for ceremony materials. Please donate what you can! Any amount is appreciated. Those giving $100 or more will be offered a 45-minute Rebirth-themed coaching session with me in exchange for your contribution. Thank you! Beautiful you, we've got one day to live.
Here now, what makes you feel alive? What are you grateful for? If you could do one thing today to feel deliciously energized and vibrant... what would that be? Every day is a chance to be reborn into a state of mind that's laced with union, oneness, pleasure, depth and silliness. Hike up a hill, bask in the sun, sing your favorite song super loud, take a bubble bath, dive into the sea, make yourself laugh with a profane joke, stretch for five minutes... What can you do right now to feel the gift of being alive? We are free to choose to feel good now. And when slip, we can recover. That is leaning into Light. On this one-year anniversary, I send you all Great Love as a reminder it is what you're made of! From my moonlit heart to yours~ Jessica As I look around my Life, I see men whose souls stream gorgeously with Light. Men who are patient, paused and passionate, who've learned to dance with anger and to breathe it into bold, brave being rather than giving it their power and killing for it. One of the most strikingly supportive, wise and generous people in my Life is my leadership and relationship coach, Charles Zook. His support over the years has catapulted my Life into far greater brilliance than it would have known without him. This is a short note to I wrote to Charles this morning and sent over email to several other very dear men in my Life. Despite appearances, not all men are part of the perverse patriarchy, busy raping and killing fellow humans and our beloved Mother Earth. I wish for every woman on Earth to be as held, seen, met and valued by men as I do. If you're a woman who feels loved this way, thank those guys! This short note below is one way I have recently extended thanks to this kind of man in my Life. Let's feed their giving, and help them feel less hopeless, with our thanks. And if you're not experiencing this dynamic with men in your Life yet, go find 'em. They're "out there" as a mirror for your self worth. Open the eyes of Love within you and they will appear. My dearest pre-dawn Charles (and Trevor, Gerald, Brent, Conner, Bryce, Sean and Steven)~
I sit here with pen and paper to honor you. Your choices and ways of supporting me... listening to me, speaking kind words, acknowledging how much work it is to be a devoted mother in a society that doesn't honor that. I am struck intensely by the beauty of men like you. When you are drawn to, please watch this 9-minute film from Charles Eisenstein, the man I spoke of on our call yesterday. He co-created it with another "matriarchy midwife", Aubrey Marcus. These men are in the company of my precious childhood playmate, Jesus, and Zach Bush MD... men whose beauty is so riveting it helps birth my cart-wheels. As you well know, when women lead -- when a critical mass of Womb envelops human consciousness in its embrace -- the particles of our planet and human experience will lean much more fully into Light. Wellness, trust, freedom, a sense of being seen, valued, held... for all of Life. Our planet is becoming swollen with men who support Woman's reemergence. I feel so held. Your holding is... there go my words. To all of you near-unbelievably treasured men: the Light within me bows to you. With the thoughts you listen to, the words you choose, the actions you prioritize, you are "in the service" -- helping to bring sanity to our species in a time of its despair. Yours forever, Jess Dear Mother Earth, Your body is rivetingly beautiful. So many places on your lap and shoulders, lakes and canyons caress our human limbs and nearly blind us with awe. 🌙✨ What a gift it is to play and swim, climb and sing along the curves of your majestic body! Humanity is in despair as you well know, and I just want to tell you that Love is rising. Women are rising. We aren’t all hypnotized in fear.
I’m focused on the places where human Light beams. We are doing our best to regenerate you. We want to keep living here in your deliciously moss-laden lap. I love you Mama, Rio 📷: Andrea Marie, Tetons, North America Dear Teton Char,We share a friend. Andrea and I met when we were 14. You live near her now, in the Tetons. She tells me you asked how my brain tumor got there. You and I have never physically met, just as I never met your sister whose brain tumor eventually led to her body's death. But my heart mourns your loss. I honor you as a woman and sister. So I'm here to answer your question. When my tumor was discovered through an MRI, the neurosurgeon assigned to my case told me, "It could have been growing for 10-20 years." I named her Fidela. Somehow, to me, she was my friend. As was Dr. Lewis Hou, whose Buddhist nature shone through his eyes and silently said, You can trust me to get that tumor out. So when he offered the options: 1) We can do nothing. 2) Neurosurgery. 3) Chemo. 4) Radiation... My response to him was, "Let's go in. Let's get it out." Though Fidela was my friend, she wasn't meant to stay inside my brain. "We don't know why it's there," said Dr. Hou. That was fine. I didn't need him or western medicine to know. I knew why Fidela came. Right or wrong don't belong in this place. My story isn't "right" -- it's simply mine. In 2006 I did a workshop called It's All Made Up. Its lesson landed. We make up the story, the why, the reasons things happen in our lives. While science is useful, continuously, it disproves itself. Factual, material "realities" are consistently rewired, reworked, rewoven. Just like the human brain. Fidela was my body's latest and most effective attempt to get my attention. It was a piercing cry, a roar, a terrorized plead, a prayer from a body who knew she was worthy of being held by loving arms. I had a lifelong addiction to sugar and food. As a baby, my big feelings were met sometimes with EQ's tender, loving arms and gentle words. Other times, I was given sugar -- with no blame or judgment of my parents or others who would pass me "a treat" to soothe my cries -- I was given toxic and highly addictive pain killers called sugar. My brain had been wired by mine and others' choices, |
AuthorJessica Rios, Founder of Leaning into Light, was born with a divine pen in her pelvis. Her heart writes for her; Love is her 'religion'. A lifelong letter writer and a thought leader in Love, her blog is devoted to her greatest passion: illuminating the beauty of the human spirit so we all move closer to remembering that Love is Who We Are. Categories
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