It’s the comeback that counts.

We all trip over our own karma/trauma/drama as we meddle our way through the complexity of the human experience.

We dance with the devil, rise again with the new-day sun, only to fall back into the same potholes cleverly created by the monkey mind.

There is a certain beauty, a divine grace, to be noticed in the seemingly crazy tangents we repeatedly experience to learn the lesson.

Something one of my yoga teachers said in class once really resonated with me:

If there is no right, there can be no wrong.

(Disclaimer-Follow your moral code - there are some basic principles to live ‘right’ in this world. The ask for forgiveness later mantra does not always cut it).

What I like about to contemplate about this is that it gives us permission to be human, sometimes frail, sometimes flawed and always with the opportunity for growth.

What if every time we failed, we learnt that we have permission to grow and to change and become a better version of ourselves.

What if that relationship taught you boundaries.

What if that icky-job taught you what you don’t want to do for the rest of your life.

What if your traumatic childhood created a wound that is the key to your life purpose.

What if you can turn it all around to create some next-level magick dear one.

Now you can tilt your head back and laugh at the sky.

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Rochelle