Leia Gamache - Certified Personal Coach

Hey all, just thought I'd share a new psychosomatic guide about Neuropathy for those who are exploring the journey of understanding the language of the body as it relates. 🌿

Bee well...🐝

Neuropathy - A Psychosomatic Guide | WhiteFire Coaching The Every Body's Wisdom Series is a deep dive into the psychosomatic and spiritual healing of many common, and some not so common dis-eases. It tells the somatic story of how a condition develops, from its energetic roots to its physical manifestation, and is designed to compliment mainstream medici...

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a photograph to change you. YES she is back!! It had sold out in the blink of an eye! But Now this is your second chance! Type the word “Letters” to get this Piece in your home. This is more than art! More than decoration! This is your own reflection! Your remembering! Here is the meaning of “Letters To The Subconscious” You are not broken. You are not behind. You are not too late. You are simply, buried. Under years of fear, of forgetting, of trying to survive a world that taught you to shrink. But still, you are here. And yet, you feel trapped, not by walls, but by the storm inside you. A storm made of thoughts you didn’t ask for, patterns you didn’t choose, and stories you’ve believed for far too long. The waves crash, the winds scream, and you sit inside a cage. Not locked. Not sealed. But familiar. Safe, even. A cage built of old memories and self-protection. But today, something stirs. You look down. In your hand is a brush, shaking, but still yours. Covered in colors that whisper of pain, of hope, of truth. And still, you paint. Why? Because something deep inside you remembers: The world outside mirrors the world within. And if the storm began within you, so too can the calm. Every moment of insecurity, every heartbreak, every self-sabotage, it wasn’t punishment. It was a reflection. A letter from your subconscious, begging to be rewritten. You’ve told yourself, “I’m not enough. I’m too much. I’ll always be alone.“ And so, life mirrored those beliefs. Not because they were true, but because you believed them. But you’re allowed to change the script. You’re allowed to stop writing letters soaked in fear, and start sending messages of love, of power, of possibility. Today, you pick up the brush again. You paint not the storm, but the sunlight after it. You paint the version of you that’s always been waiting: bold, beautiful, whole. And day by day, stroke by stroke, the cage dissolves. Until one day, you see it clearly: You were never the storm. You were always the artist. You were always the light. So breathe. Stand tall. Paint a new beginning. I see you. I Know you. I Love you #art #photography

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Sticks & Stones & Runaway Trains Have you ever tried using sticks and stones to stop a runaway train? The truth is, coping works until it doesn't. When it doesn't, well... let us avoid that train wreck if we can.

Hey everyone, I have not been posting much, but this I will post.

This is my dear friend Lonnie. ❤ If you feel called to help this beautiful soul stay on this earth, if you are looking for an opportunity to practice kindness, or want to pay it forward... we would be eternally grateful for your love and support. This is her story...

Prayers and any love you can offer are welcome. 🙏

Donate to Lonnies Heartbeat of Hope, organized by Shanel Samadhi Hi, my name is Lonnie. If we are not already connected, perhaps we will meet one day. Tha… Shanel Samadhi needs your support for Lonnies Heartbeat of Hope

This poem touched me this morning so I thought I’d repost it. It beautifully captures the essence of human kindness in everyday moments. It reflects on the small gestures we often overlook, like tucking in our legs to let someone pass, or saying “bless you” when someone sneezes, a habit from old times meant as a wish for good health. 🌼 The poem paints a picture of simple acts of help, like picking up spilled lemons, showing that deep down, we don’t want to harm each other. ☀️ We seek warmth in our interactions, like a hot cup of coffee served with a smile, or the comfort of being called “honey” by a waitress. 🍵 It’s these fleeting moments of connection that truly matter, making us feel part of something bigger, even in our modern, isolated lives. 🤗 These instances might be the closest we get to something sacred, finding our tiny, shared temples in simple words like “Here, have my seat” or “I like your hat.” 💖 Small Kindnesses (Danusha Laméris) read by Helena Bonham Carter from 365 Poems for Life by Allie Esiri. #HumanKindness #SimpleJoys #Connection #DailyLove #ActsOfKindness #SharedHumanity #LittleThings #Compassion #SpreadLove #HeartfeltMoments 🌟

“You are comprised of 84 minerals, 23 Elements, and 8 gallons of water spread across 38 trillion cells.

You have been built up from nothing but the spare parts of the Earth you have consumed according to a set of instructions hidden in a double helix, and small enough to be carried by a s***m. You are recycled butterflies, plants, rocks, streams, firewood, wolf fur, and shark teeth, broken down to their smallest parts and rebuilt into our planet’s most complex living thing.

You are not living on Earth. You are Earth."

Words by Aubrey Marcus
Artist- Brian Kiriagis (BK the Artist)

If they loved you, they'd just know, right?