Meghan Sylvester
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A radical woman is a woman who knows deep within her soul that something about this patricarcal world we are living in just doesnāt have much longer to survive how it is.
She knows that toxic messaging around body image and how are bodies are āsupposedā to look is total bullsh*t, she knows itās just a device to keep us quiet and distracted.
A radical woman knows when to put something down and walk away without making a big deal of it. She can see how this rat race isnāt serving her highest good or anyoneās for that matter and sheās willing to risk it all to step into something more true and resonant.
A radical woman can feel that her life is her art. That she can create and play and she can also burn sh*t down if it is depleting and causes her more strife than sensual delight.
A radical woman has the guts to say ENOUGH, I will no longer play a part in this oppressive game of yours.
A radical woman is true to her soul, she lets her heart lead and is ok with things being messy. She believe in supporting other women, opening doors, shining a light and saying āhey sis, come this wayā. She knows there is plenty enough to go around and is working to rise above the indoctrinated competitive nature of this masculine dominated society
She knows that the way forward is through the feminine, the great softening, play, art, love, connection, a
61Honestly, the waiting has become my favorite part. The sensations of giddy anticipation. The comfort in the trust. The ease and peace in the stillness. Itās lovely.
And when the birds come, I smile. I watch them and listen. I hope they donāt mind. I donāt think they do. What a lovely thing it is, to just watch birds play. This morning I had the pleasure of watching a hummingbird circle a woodpecker, and I was grateful that I had been silent enough, and observant enough to notice such a sweet display of nature.
Thereās no grand moral of the story here. Thereās no catch or call to action. Iām not here to promise anything or to tell you to try adding bird watching into a 25 step morning routine.
I just think Instagram needs a little more story telling and connecting without a catch. So here you have it. Hereās to birds and bees and being.
With Love,
Meg
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Iām very curious by nature. I love finding the connections between all things, especially when itās not obvious. ā£
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Yesterday, at the end of a reading w/ one of my fave physic mediums, I mentioned how Iāve been experiencing brain fog & fatigue thinking was bc of Lyme. My dad came through with a very specific message to get my carās air filter changed, bc I was being exposed to neurotoxins. ā£
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This morning I dutifully went to an auto shop & asked them to look at my air filter. Not gonna lie, I was disappointed when they pulled out a very pristine filter. As I was about to pull out, a woman mechanic suddenly stopped me to to check the cabin air filter. She pulled it out to find a filter covered in mold & debris. š¤Æ Everything from this filter was coming through the AC & blowing right into my face. I quickly purchased a top of the line filter (less than $40) & she replaced it free of charge after I told her why I had come in.ā£
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Last night I had a vivid dream about a skunk. Once I realized it was trying to spray me, I used an exorbitant amount of energy that eventually led to fatigue and confusion, to keep the skunkās spray from coming close to me. In my dream, I knew the skunk itself wasnāt toxic, but rather the energies that it was emitting. Eventually, I realized I was late for a performance in which I was the lead role.
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Iāve been really sitting with this idea do what it means to be a radical woman.
A radical woman is a woman who knows deep within her soul that something about this patricarcal world we are living in just doesnāt have much longer to survive how it is.
She knows that toxic messaging around body image and how are bodies are āsupposedā to look is total bullsh*t, she knows itās just a device to keep us quiet and distracted.
A radical woman knows when to put something down and walk away without making a big deal of it. She can see how this rat race isnāt serving her highest good or anyoneās for that matter and sheās willing to risk it all to step into something more true and resonant.
A radical woman can feel that her life is her art. That she can create and play and she can also burn sh*t down if it is depleting and causes her more strife than sensual delight.
A radical woman has the guts to say ENOUGH, I will no longer play a part in this oppressive game of yours.
A radical woman is true to her soul, she lets her heart lead and is ok with things being messy. She believe in supporting other women, opening doors, shining a light and saying āhey sis, come this wayā. She knows there is plenty enough to go around and is working to rise above the indoctrinated competitive nature of this masculine dominated society
She knows that the way forward is through the feminine, the great softening, play, art, love, connection, a
2 years ago
Staring at the big shade tree in my backyard until my eyes blur every morning has become my new favorite morning ritual. I learned that if I stare long enough, birds and little flowers and bugs start to show through the thickness of the leaves. All this life happening. All of this beauty and vitality, just beneath the surfaceā¦and all I need to do is look. Well, I guess it takes a little more than that. I have to be quiet and focus, and then just wait with the knowing that the birds will show.
Honestly, the waiting has become my favorite part. The sensations of giddy anticipation. The comfort in the trust. The ease and peace in the stillness. Itās lovely.
And when the birds come, I smile. I watch them and listen. I hope they donāt mind. I donāt think they do. What a lovely thing it is, to just watch birds play. This morning I had the pleasure of watching a hummingbird circle a woodpecker, and I was grateful that I had been silent enough, and observant enough to notice such a sweet display of nature.
Thereās no grand moral of the story here. Thereās no catch or call to action. Iām not here to promise anything or to tell you to try adding bird watching into a 25 step morning routine.
I just think Instagram needs a little more story telling and connecting without a catch. So here you have it. Hereās to birds and bees and being.
With Love,
Meg
2 years ago
What do an air filter, a skunk and betrayal have in common?ā£
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Apparently lots in my world.ā£
ā£
Iām very curious by nature. I love finding the connections between all things, especially when itās not obvious. ā£
ā£
Yesterday, at the end of a reading w/ one of my fave physic mediums, I mentioned how Iāve been experiencing brain fog & fatigue thinking was bc of Lyme. My dad came through with a very specific message to get my carās air filter changed, bc I was being exposed to neurotoxins. ā£
ā£
This morning I dutifully went to an auto shop & asked them to look at my air filter. Not gonna lie, I was disappointed when they pulled out a very pristine filter. As I was about to pull out, a woman mechanic suddenly stopped me to to check the cabin air filter. She pulled it out to find a filter covered in mold & debris. š¤Æ Everything from this filter was coming through the AC & blowing right into my face. I quickly purchased a top of the line filter (less than $40) & she replaced it free of charge after I told her why I had come in.ā£
ā£
Last night I had a vivid dream about a skunk. Once I realized it was trying to spray me, I used an exorbitant amount of energy that eventually led to fatigue and confusion, to keep the skunkās spray from coming close to me. In my dream, I knew the skunk itself wasnāt toxic, but rather the energies that it was emitting. Eventually, I realized I was late for a performance in which I was the lead role.
2 years ago