🌟🎇 Red, White + You 🎇🌟

Mama Fireworks!  Happy post 4th of July to the Mama Fireworks all around the world.  Even though the 4th is an American holiday, fireworks are utilized in celebrations across the world.  I’ve always been partial to the glittery gold ones that gracefully tumble down in an umbrella type fashion.  The glow.  The glittery buttery glow.  I just love it.  What are your favorite fireworks?  

This year, we were in Atlanta for the 4th of July.  We’re in town because my Dad started at a phenomenal spinal cord rehabilitation facility in the area, and we flew from Maui with a few stops across county to support him.  

I met a brilliant Mama here in Atlanta, Precious, that was so wonderful and welcoming to our ‘ohana as we arrived late on a cross county flight from Phoenix.  Shout out to you and all of your Atlanta aloha, Precious!  We were able to watch the fireworks all across Atlanta and the surrounding suburbs from our 23rd floor perch on Peachtree Street.  This picture is us from our wild night in at the hotel after I wrangled everyone post showers and on a break from running  window to window excitedly pointing out fireworks.  We’re bedazzled in Walgreens necklaces and a headband. 

Fireworks remind me of Mamas.  All different colors and flavors, moving at different speeds and presenting at different moments.  And yet they all delight our senses and mesmerize us with their bursts of power and artistry.  

Mama, you are mesmerizing.  You’re a firework!  And you can shine and sparkle or boom and explode with your power at any moment.  Holding nothing in and nothing back.  You are safe to rise.  You are safe to explode into all that you’re meant to be.  You are safe to embrace the skies above you and dance, burst with passion, flaunt your colors and unique brilliance and light up the sky, even just for you.  

Your gifts and talents, creative cravings and soulful longings aren’t serving you or anyone else sitting there on the shelf, or carefully tucked away for “another time.”  The “not yet”, “later”, “if only….”  “When” qualifications we tend to stack upon our creativity and genius zones are limiting beliefs.  Releasing them is freeing.  

It is truly my life’s passion to sit and spectate your fireworks show.  To see you lean in, embrace, unleash and claim your fireworks show.  To light up the sky in your own way, that is most true and beautiful to you. 

There are so many of us Mamas out there genuinely manifesting you to live your most prosperous, fun, exuberant, and exhilarating life.  To launch yourself wholeheartedly into whatever ventures lurk lovingly in your heart, to burst into color holding space for yourself in the canvas of your own creativity, to light the way not only for yourself but for so many others by accepting the dreams divinely dropped into you life.

What would it look like for you to put your gifts on display in your life?  Imagine your creativity in fluid motion with all things working out for your greatest good.

What does your life look like if you ask yourself and indulge with no hesitation in the space of: How good are you willing to let your life get, Mama?!

I’m here.  Ready to watch you light it up.  Bursting with pride at your power on display.  At you in your wild and untamed firework display.  

I’ve seen the fireworks as you pushed out your babies.  The red fire in your eyes to accomplish this most Olympic of feats.  The white knuckles to push into the primal energetic forces surging within you to give birth to this life.  The blood evidence of your sacrifice, the white covering on baby’s skin fresh with life.  And you.  The red, the white intermix in so many ways in that most brilliant of fireworks displays.  Each time I am in that sacred space, it takes my breath away at the beauty, the power, the purpose, the energetic expanse, the raw talent, the creative masterpiece.  And YOU are the artist.  YOU know the way.  You’ve already authored and created some of the most beautiful masterpieces our world has ever known in the miracles of your children- nurturing them and giving them life.  

That capacity exists within you.  To my expectant Mamas, we see you.  We see you co-creating those miracles and growing in wonder and splendor day by day, week by week.  And we stand in awe of the miracle that is happening within you, with baby and also the Mama that is being born.  You are a masterpiece.  Truly.

I absolutely love this space and supporting all of you.

Red, White, and YOU.

Aloha Friday from Atlanta.  Peaches and horse country vibes.  Last night I went on a walk with my babies, JD and friends and basked in the mist of the fields in the waning daylight, the flickering of the fireflies coming out to dance, the goats bleating behind wood fences, the deer dashing across fields as the sun’s last golden strides waltzed beyond the horizon.  It was magical.  This life is so magical.  

You are so magical.  You all inspire me, and I am eternally grateful that you allow me the cognitive real estate in your brilliant minds to show up in my own genius zone in a way that feels true and raw, authentic and beautiful for me to serve you.

We add so much value to the lives of others around us.  What happens when you start infusing that value into your own life?!  It’s so powerful.  It’s so beautiful.  It’s so much explosive energy and creativity and it’s you.

Mama fireworks.  Light it up, Mama!  It is safe for you to rise.