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Updated: Nov 1, 2020

There’s this concept of validation. Good for the skeptics - I know because I’m a recovering skeptic myself. You put an idea out there. Say what you need or what you think or whatever feelings have come to you. You wonder if you’re on track or not. And then you give it to the Universe or God or Spirit or Great Mother or the trees or whatever you are comfortable with.

And then, when it resonates - it comes back to you You get the validation.

The other day I blogged about Human Design and how it shows us we all have gifts. And that we are meant to shine and feel the wiggle (not The Wiggles, are they even still a thing?) and proceed with sharing no matter how scary that seems at first. (If you didn’t read it, the last post about your heart light will make more sense of this.)

This happened for me today. I subscribe to a poem a day from Heidi Rose Robbins. She is an astrologer but also a poet. She mostly shares poetry other than her own and in truth, I’m not much for poetry. But what she shares lands for me, so I support her and subscribe. (Plus I love astrology and she explains it in a way that makes so much sense to me.)

So this is my validation - by way of this poem that Heidi shared today. And I could not love it more.



You enter life a ship laden with meaning, purpose and gifts sent to be delivered to a hungry world. And as much as the world needs your cargo, you need to give it away. Everything depends on this.

But the world forgets its needs, and you forget your mission, and the ancestral maps used to guide you have become faded scrawls on the parchment of dead Pharaohs.

The cargo weighs you heavy the longer it is held and spoilage becomes a risk. The ship sputters from port to port and at each you ask: "Is this the way?"

But the way cannot be found without knowing the cargo, and the cargo cannot be known without recognizing there is a way, and it is simply this: You have gifts. The world needs your gifts. You must deliver them.

The world may not know it is starving, but the hungry know, and they will find you when you discover your cargo and start to give it away.

If you’d like to get magical poems everyday, go find Heidi Rose Robbins on Instagram.

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