Hey there,

I recorded this extremely vulnerable and spirited medicine story about not being able to selectively anesthetize in the spring of 2018.

Then I tucked it away for a year, giving myself some space from the high of a 7am sober dance party (Daybreaker), the revelation that nearly 6,000 years ago my people were so desperately enslaved that they murdered children to try and get free, and four seasons of personal change in my own life — a house bought, significant relationships significantly shifted, a deepening of true love for myself and the people of this planet, and a renewed commitment to be who I am, which is apparently a person who posts things like this on the internet.

Here’s the recording. It’s pretty good, I listened to it on an a solo car ride recently and it was exactly what I needed to hear, so thank you past self for having the guts to record these words.

Here’s to looking, seeing, being seen, wanting to, and getting to.

Don’t miss it, this is your life.

With love,
Leah

P.S. This post is the newest in a series of Recorded Medicine Stories.

 

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Leah Moon

I am an artist and healer who creates and enjoys life. I'm willing to relax and have fun in order to share my art, happiness, and faith freely with the world. Join my mailing list to get a weekly email for spiritual seekers.
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