January is the month of dreaming, and as February approaches I have in my pocket, four seeds---the beginnings of somethings that will be beautiful and wild and strong. My Sista Perfectionista often talks how our thoughts are seeds we plant in the fertile garden of our mind. The more we water each seed, the more it grows. Too often, I water the seeds of guilt, shame, fear.....their roots run deep. Over the last year, I have been preparing for this time. While not yet spring in the real world, the world of my soul work is ripe for planting. Rich, loamy soil has been prepared. The sun is shining and the watering can is within my reach. Inside small mounds of dark soil I plant my seeds. Feel. Allow the heart to have its say. Logic has a place, but feel your way through things, even uncomfortable ones--ones that hurt and ones that allow for joy and love. Just FEEL. Brave . Take a leap. Don't let fear limit my po...