For those who long to be chosen…

2 years ago at this time I was one day away from meeting and falling for someone…the last person I would entangle with before meeting my life partner.

I was still afraid to fully claim & own my desires for fear of asking “too much.” I was doing a lot of wishing and hoping and not yet understanding how to fully and consciously create from a clear and grounded place within myself. I still thought that I needed to learn to be “more self-reliant/independent” and less “needy.” I was a bundle of anxiety for the entire 2 months of that relationship dance. I was still playing the waiting game & hoping to be “chosen.”

I’m so grateful for that time that was so intense because after that I refused to suffer any longer for the sake of “love.” I started communicating with the divine daily. I got clear about what I wanted. Through some powerful, straightforward guidance I got that I didn’t need to learn how to stop feeling certain things or denying myself in order to become “stronger.” I fully understood that there is no such thing as a “needy” person or “too much.” I got that it’s MY JOB to choose me AND to choose my partner and that to love myself is to know what conditions support my blossoming and to ensure that I’m planted in those conditions.

I had no idea at this time 2 years ago the ride I was about to step onto and how it would be one of the most intense, excruciating and greatest gifts I could receive. In that time, I understood what it is to truly be a queen.

I write this today for those of you who get anxious, consumed & distracted when you are dating and relating, for those of you who tip-toe around what you feel and really want, who wonder if on some level you really are asking “too much” and need to learn how to “chill the f*ck out.” I write this for the self-doubters who deeply long for healthy, loving committed partnership. I write this for you who long to be chosen. I write this for you because I see you and know what your path has been like, the pain that you feel…and I know the way out.

I had already been on a lifelong journey of growth and relationship Mastery before I got those final lessons…and what I didn’t know at this time 2 years ago is that I was just 4 months away from meeting the man I would choose to spend the rest of my life with…and that I would never feel so “chosen” in my life.

Standing for your having it ALL.

Melissa

P.S. I’m here to be your guide and mentor. If you wanna know how the heck you heal these patterns and how you, too, can fully live into the fulfillment of your desire for partnership, send me a message via my contact form and we will set up a conversation about how I can help.

Happy Valentine’s Day

Who needs just one Valentine when you can have 7.125 Billion?

As I’ve gone about my day, witnessing the little love moments exchanged between people of all shapes, colors, ages and sizes, I’ve recognized myself, loving me all over the place.

And I’ve been operating in my life these past days out of a new, daily commitment, asking myself the question: what would a person who loves herself do? And I ask this with every conscious decision I make. Do I want chai or a green juice? (What would a person who loves herself do?) Turns out, my body wanted both. And dessert, and a bouquet of flowers.

And it’s interesting, in operating from this new listening for myself, I’m being gifted. A medium chai for the price of a small. Just because. A dollar off on my bouquet of flowers and an extra carnation thrown in there. Just because.

Because when I love me, I love 7.125 billion people, and one by one, you each love me back. Just like that.

Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you.

©2015 Melissa Simonson

Waking up

It’s a funny thing to live a life that is sourced by love and to perceive harshness all over the place. I built quite the character who is mighty vigilant at seeking out and creating what she thinks is “not love.”

Even that character is loving me with what she knows–every time I experience “not love” I get to awaken to the awareness that those experiences, too, are loving me, awakening me with every illusion I’ve attached to that falls away. And I’m ready to let that character go, too.

I’m waking up. I’m waking up. I’m waking up. I’m waking up.

Melissa

Til Next Time, Madison

I’m waking up one last morning in Madison, WI before heading back home to Brooklyn, NY later tonight.

Home–such an ephemeral experience for me, right now.

I arrived in Madison 2 weeks ago to discover just 2 days into my time here that life as I knew it in NYC was now forever altered. My relationship and our blossoming plans for a life together lay dead in the ground where moments before they had their own heartbeat. I was devastated, my ego grasping for some illusory semblance of control where there was none. I felt utterly alone and struggling to make sense of it all.

I wake up this morning, two weeks later, still in pain, my mind playing its games and weaving stories that make my heart ache with longing and anger and sadness…and yet something has transformed.

I have been blessed to work with 9 extraordinary women in this time. Women who I have been privileged to support as they blossom into their own truth and power–and in the process they’ve unknowingly realigned me with mine.

I’ve had the opportunity to connect with my best friend for the past 21 years to be reminded of the kind of unconditional love that transcends time and distance, and to witness her on fire with passion and purpose as she continues to expand on her path–such an inspiration to me. And then, there are her amazing kiddos–sleepovers with miss JJ only get better through the years.

And at the heartbeat of this trip, I have been here each day, supporting my mom, caring for her doggies…shoveling snow, of course…and finding myself.

I now pass the torch of care for my mom onto my sister who has also been a godsend in helping me process my grief these past 5 days.

I head back to Brooklyn with a heart that is filled with complex emotions, with visions of a future lost, and new ones emerging. No longer part of a “we” or an “us” and also more excited and empowered to be ME than I’ve felt in a long time.

Just me, finding home in the depths of my own being. It’s not as exciting as finding home in a place or another person, perhaps, and yet, it’s more dimensional…more real, somehow, more spacious and freeing.

With each day, with each losing and letting go, I’m coming home to my own heartbeat and discovering little by little what is truly meant for me.

Til next time, Madison.

:)Melissa

The power to bless

It was an intense day on NYC public transport–trains cutting their journeys short due to station investigations, and something was in the air, people throwing f-bombs at each other left and right, strangers becoming more estranged, hurt people creating weapons with their words.

And then there was this: A man counting money he made from busking with his drum, striking up a conversation with a man he didn’t know and exchanging kindness. Just before getting off the train he said, “We all have the power, but it only works if we use it together.”

And I touched him and said, “Amen”–the only thing I could really say in the face of such truth.

And I remembered in that moment, my power to bless with my presence, my listening, with my kindness. We all have that power, and it only works if we use it together.

:)Melissa