2024: receiving the gift of love.

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here I am, free at last from the chains that held me back. writing this post takes me back to the days when I thought 2024 would be sweetly special and liberating. it is a sacred year, I believe. 2023 was a pyramidal year, for sure, in which many foundations were laid upon golden grounds. the bird in me has finally found home.

forsooth, 2024 is a year of heartfully receiving the gift of love. by love, I mean sacred, universal, soulful love. that one that emanates from heavenly scapes, a love that makes eyes shimmer and a face emit some kind of ethereal light. I truly pray that 2024 bestows upon my existence a halo so profound. a halo of peacefulness, and the light of being in the in-betweenness of being and doing. 


I shall list out my intentions here. I cannot wait to truly reflect upon it with tears in my eyes in a year. I’m sure it won’t be anything less than extraordinarily beautiful and captivating.



I intend to be in heartful fearlessness.


I’ve lived most of my life in fear of disappointing and not being enough. I’ve lived most of my life in secrecy and invisibility; there was very little space for my authenticity to peep through. now that it is only God that I truly intend to revere, I pray not to be afraid of life anymore. I know I do have it in me to trust the universal intelligence to embrace me in utter selflessness and so... I desire to be in this world in fearlessness, authenticity and unabridged isness. it’s much more beautiful now to wake in slowness and carve an intention of love into every step I take. it’s much more tender for my empathy to flow like rivers of light without fearing it would go astray. there’s always God, infinitely here.




I intend to receive the loving kindness of the world.


2024, as I’ve always known, will be the year of receiving the gift of love. the love I knew I was born to live all along. and so, I intend to receive this intention heartfully and see life through its terms. there is no need to be overly critical anymore and wonder if love won’t be enough because it always is. alas, all the miracles I am receiving ever so endearingly are but the fruit of believing it is..


I intend to give and receive through my soul, in its elegance and its graceful reverence.



I intend to have an impact on people’s lives.


after coming out of the rut of domestic abuse and childhood trauma, I tear up at the thought that there are many children out there who need a guiding light to feel better about themselves and about their lives. I feel that this is my purpose, and it is why I am a teacher. I am here to make sense of the pain and suffering of whoever needs an understanding. I intend to learn the tools and methods to do just that— to bring those little souls closer to their beautiful fates and make them believe in all the brightness there is out there to experience.


I cannot express how selflessly, deeply and authentically I need to do this to feel whole and well again.




I intend to live in blissful health.


I have lost a bit of my health these past few years. I must say that I accept it, and I accept that I might never restore my metabolic and digestive balance entirely. yet, I do dream and ask God to help me restore it. I know I can live with it, but sometimes I just feel it affects the people around me too. it hurts when everyone is at the table and I’m unable to share dinner because of my bizarre food sensitivities. it hurts them when I experiment with a meal I thought would be tolerable and find myself clutching at my stomach the whole evening unable to smile or partake in a heartful conversation. 


I intend to take steps to heal my body. I have little awareness about what to do, but I am taking an H. pylori test this week as well as going to cut my hair to improve its health. my sister is also going to teach me the basics of self-care, quite humorously. if none works, I will be on my path to improving my vagal tone through meditative practices and other calming ways to at least be able to live in peace with my conditions.




my intentions are simple. but they’re the ones I need. I can’t wait to share my journeys this year with you all and give more freely to the universe.


here’s to 2024– and receiving the gift of love.

going with grace in an inscrutable world.

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