Singing Into Your Soul

 

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒

𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓌𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒

𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉 

𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓌.

𝐼𝓉’𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒,

𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓌.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌.

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Dear friends,

I’m wrapping up this month with one of my favourite poems. There isn’t much I need to say about it – it speaks for itself.

Still, I hope this journey through August has held you gently, given you the space to look deeper within, and perhaps helped you see or feel something that had remained hidden until now.

I hope our shared path has brought you closer to the songs within you – that you’ve taken more time to listen inward and to savour your own magnificence and magic.

I hope this lush month of August has shown you how to see yourself more clearly – without the DOs and DON’Ts, without the MUSTs and MUSTN’Ts, the CANs and CANNOTs.

I hope it has felt like a spacious wave of love, helping you summon deeper awareness of your own being and beingness – pulling you gently toward your core.

I’m sending you love, peace, joy…and the courage to keep choosing you – more and more, with each new day.

A gentle reminder. In case, you feel ready to dive deeper into yourself – and are open to honest questions that call for sincere answers – here is the link to download my new book, BLOOM! – a collection of reflections on inner growth gathered over the past 5 years:

BLOOM! by Hele Flora

So grateful to share this moment with you here and to have you as part of my circle.

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May peace be with you.

♡  Hele

The Wisdom of the Pinecone

 

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝑒

𝒪𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓌𝓃,

𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁, 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓂.

𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝓌𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉,

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.

𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃,

𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓉, 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓂𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓎.

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒, 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓏𝑒, 

𝒶 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎.

𝐼𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓈𝑒,

𝒾𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓌𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝑒: 

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈, 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓈 – 

𝓌𝑒’𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝒷𝓇𝒾𝒸 𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃,

𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒.

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 – 

𝓂𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓃’𝓈 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝑒.

𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑒𝓉, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒:

𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒.

𝒟𝑜 𝐼 𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂?

𝒟𝑜 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓁?

𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃, 

𝓃𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓅 𝓈𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒.

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅 –

𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝑜𝓌𝓃.

 

𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝒻 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁, 

𝑜𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓂,

𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝐼 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒 – 

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓃.

                                                                         ___________

     

The most profound gift I received in the process of aligning with my kin and understanding their personal stories more deeply was realizing this:

𝓐𝓼 𝓪𝓭𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓼, 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮.

Holding a grudge – or being unwilling to forgive – is like choosing to suffer while waiting for someone else to understand, apologize, and make things right. But in doing so, we leave our inner child waiting – unheld, unheard, and unseen. Just like those who hurt us may also still be waiting for someone to notice their wounds and hold space for their pain.

The change begins with the one who steps out of the pattern and chooses something new –
someone who refuses to follow the rules set by those who didn’t know how to be there for us.

Change happens when someone in the lineage, here and now, is willing to take on the role of the parent instead of staying stuck in the role of the wounded child. Someone who is willing to listen, to care, to truly see. Someone who can look into the past and recognize the child in their parents, in their grandparents – and choose to meet that child with compassion, with understanding, with love.

Where love is sown, love grows.
Where gentleness and understanding take root, more of both will bloom.

It is a beautiful place to begin.

 

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May peace be with you.

♡  Hele

The Songs of Eternal Love

 

𝐼𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁, 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔.

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝓊𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹.

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒,

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉.

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓂𝑒 

𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓈.

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒽𝓎𝓂𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒.

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓁𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒.

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒿𝑜𝒾𝓀𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓈

𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 

𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓇.

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓂𝑒 

𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 – 

𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓅𝓊𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈,

𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓁𝑜𝒹𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂.

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓂𝑒

𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒,

𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹 – 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹.

(A fragment of my poem The Song of Eternal Love)

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This piece of poetry is my invitation to dive into the medicine of song – and to create a playlist that helps you connect more deeply with your ancestors – both your mother’s lineage and your father’s.

There may be songs that aren’t available online. Some may be ancient, unique, or even created by you or your ancestors. Include them in your playlist by singing them yourself.

Let these songs speak through you. Let them guide you. Let them comfort you. Let them console you. Let them purge you. Let them land more fully into your body. Let them help you to get more rooted in your true genuine self. And most of all – let them set you free.

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May peace be with you.

♡  Hele

Word Is a Seed

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝐼𝓈 𝒶 𝒮𝑒𝑒𝒹

𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 – 

𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝒹 – 

𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹,

𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒶 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎,

𝓈𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂,

𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹,

𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝒶 𝒷𝓁𝑒𝑒𝒹?

𝐼𝒻 𝒾𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃, 

𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝑒?

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒.

𝒯𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉.

𝒜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌.

𝒥𝓊𝓂𝓅.

𝐵𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒.

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The way we communicate is part of the heritage we’ve received from the generations before us – and it’s also part of what we will pass on to those who come after us.

Communication – the way we speak, the way we use words – is a reflection of who we are and how we create. Our way of communicating is deeply connected to our origin: where we come from, and the patterns we’ve learned.

🍀 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇?

🍀 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔?

🍀 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 – 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒻 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓅𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻, 𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝑒?

🍀 𝒟𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝓊𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔?

The moment communication becomes more than a way to simply fit in – or a way to punish – we begin to walk the path toward freedom.

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May peace be with you.

♡  Hele

 

Stepping Into the Gentle Surrender

 

𝒜𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓈’ 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝑒𝒾𝓃𝓈,

𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎

𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔.

𝐵𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎

𝐼 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈.

𝐵𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓎

𝐼 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 – 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔. 

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝓊𝓏𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 

𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒷𝒷𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 – 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇.

𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹, 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉.

𝐼 𝒶𝒹𝓂𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓈𝑒𝒹, 𝐼 𝒶𝒹𝓂𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹

𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝓊𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓉, 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇.

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What happens when we surrender to All That Is?

When we give up the battle – and the need to be right?

What happens when we leave behind the land of rightdoing and wrongdoing entirely?

What shifts when we get curious and begin asking questions?

When we look at our ancestors as travelers on their path – just as we are on ours?
And where might that perspective lead us?

What might we discover about ourselves that we never knew before?

When you become curious about their stories, when you listen, they will tell you…

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May peace be with you.

♡  Hele

May Words Be Your Gentle Spells

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈’ 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈

𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇

𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓁𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉.

𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓁 – 

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉𝓈.

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈

𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇

𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉.

𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓁 – 

𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝓊𝓈𝓉.

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Our words lose their power when we don’t use them with respect, and instead use them to steal our own power. When we speak unkindly of others. When we break the promises we make. But a weakened word can be strengthened – just like a muscle.

Strong words are spells. When you say something and truly mean it, you create. Words like that hold profound power: you can bring healing, spark transformation, shift the course of your life – or someone else's. Even re-write your family story.

Our family stories are, in many ways, both alike and different. Many words were left unspoken.
Many emotions, unexpressed. Many situations, unresolved and untouched for generations.

Words – spoken with care – can work magic. Even on things that have been stuck for so long that they feel unchangeable. Therefore, let’s stay aware of the power in our words, and use them with love and intention.

When you know what you wish to create, it becomes easier to shape it. This piece of poetry is my way of honouring the hardships, pain, and fear my ancestors endured. It is my attempt to heal through words – to step into my power by giving voice to what I know and feel of their story. It is my way of calling in love. Of choosing to wrap my ancestors’ struggles in words of healing. Of watching their suffering begin to dissolve, as I release the parts of me still carrying their unspoken pain by choosing to love them instead.

Words hold power.
May we use them as gentle spells –
to bring healing.
to build peace.
to conspire wholeness – within ourselves, and within our shared community.

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May peace be with you.

♡  Hele

 

Song Is a Powerful Medicine

 

𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝐵𝑒 𝒮𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓈

𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈

𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈

𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 

𝓂𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓈’

𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈. 

𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 

𝓈𝒽𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇

𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝓁𝓉, 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓂𝑒, 

𝒷𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒻.

𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈

𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓏𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈

𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈’

𝓃𝑒𝑔𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈.

𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈

𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓈

𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈’ 

𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁𝓈.

𝒪𝒽, 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓌 – 

𝓁𝑒𝓉’𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔,

𝓁𝑒𝓉’𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉,

𝓁𝑒𝓉’𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃.

𝑀𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒.

𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒, 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒾𝓃.

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Song is an ancient medicine. It is far more profound, wilder, more natural, and more powerful than we often allow ourselves to see. It has the ability to restructure and heal. It is a beautiful medicine that purges and releases.

How many unspoken things do we carry within us every day? How often do we dismiss what we feel as “not a big deal” and suppress it? We push it down, we bury it in silence, we smother the emotion until it becomes unheard. But you...You came here to be heard. To root yourself in that knowing. You were made to be heard – in your true colours, in your genuineness, your sincerity, your realness.

This post and the poem that follows are my invitation to you: Step deeper into your original, uniquely beautiful sound. Sing more of the kind of music that calls you. It doesn’t need lyrics. You can begin with a quiet hum – let that hum guide you. You can sit in stillness and listen to the vibration within, the one that wants to sound its way out. You can let it be just for you: a sacred exchange, where you are both the voice and the vessel.

Drink it in. Savour it.
Allow your sound to be yours alone.
Let it tell you something you haven’t yet been willing – or ready – to hear.
Set aside surface-level judgments of your voice.
Instead, listen for its essence – its content, its depth, its magic.
Be a tender listener. A grateful one.

And if you feel ready to be truly wild. Begin to sing on behalf of your ancestors. Sound out the songs, the syllables, the stories they never had the chance to express.

Song is powerful medicine.
Let it show you the forgotten places within.
Let it help you cleanse the confusion, the grief, the anger.
Let it re-write the stories.

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May peace be with you.

♡  Hele

It's Time to Re-calibrate!

 

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓃’𝓈 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔

𝒜𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓃, 𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓃,

𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌?

𝒟𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈

𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓁𝒹.

𝒜𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓃, 𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓃,

𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝑜𝒻?

𝒯𝑜 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒶 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈

𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒?

𝒜𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓃, 𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓃,

𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒 – 

𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝓊𝓅𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹,

𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓉𝓈?

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Mighty trees help us remember our origin – that we, too, have roots, and that our roots make us eternal. They help us set our goals in life. They guide us back from the spinning thoughts of “what might go wrong” to the quiet wisdom of our belly. They help us ground ourselves and remind us that we’re doing alright – no matter the outcome. They help us discover the top three energies we wish to root ourselves in. What about you?

How do you dream of living?

What are the three energies you want to align with?

Is it your priority to sow love? To act from kindness? What do you truly need in order to be rooted in your truth? For me, my top three are Love, Peace, and Joy.

When I reach the end of the day and can say:

✓ I lived through love

✓ I moved toward peace through my actions

✓ I leaned into joy, even in small moments

…then I know I’ve done my best.

 

Why is this important? Because happiness is made of ridiculously small steps and choices. Like little pebbles, when gathered patiently over time they form a mountain – a deep dive into a new way of being.
A life woven from dedication, courage, and love. A life shaped by showing up for yourself, again and again. Proving – through your actions – your love for you. And that is what truly matters.

So, what are you creating now?

Is it aligned with what you truly wish to create – for you?

If not, let this be your reminder: 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒷𝑒𝓎𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒. 

This is your sign – it’s time to re-calibrate.

To start weaving your life from love.

For you.

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May peace be with you.

♡  Hele

Hello August!

 For months now, writing poetry has become part of my daily practice. I suppose it all began while creating my song Roots, which was released on June 22nd and is available on Spotify, Apple Music, Deezer, and iTunes. That song opened a doorway into a tender and profound space – one of healing and exploration. It gently invited me to look into the story of my kin.

You can listen to Roots here: Roots by Hele Flora on Spotify

At first, I would sing in the forest at dawn. But soon, those early morning sessions gave way to quiet moments: sitting silently on the mighty roots of my favourite trees, my soles tightly connected to the earth, observing, listening. Eventually, words began to come. And I began to write.

This shift deepened my journey. I found myself drawn further into the layers of generational heritage – the beliefs, the unspoken wounds, the patterns passed down through time. Mark Wolynn’s book It Didn’t Start with You guided me into these themes in a deeply heartfelt way. And poetry took my hand at the very moment I was ready to step into the core of it all.

What I discovered wasn’t complete understanding – but something perhaps even more valuable: peace. Freedom. Not from solving, but from simply witnessing. I’m not claiming to have it all figured out, or to live in perfect serenity. But Wolynn’s words, along with my own writing practice, have helped me open more fully to love, compassion, and gentleness. They’ve offered me more space – within and around me.

So, this abundant month of August, I want to dedicate to poetry – poetry that explores ancestral legacy and our oneness with All That Is. I’ll be approaching it from different angles, sharing poems born from my process of understanding where I come from and the stories carried by those who came before me.

My hope is to invite you inward – to sit with your own story. Perhaps this practice will help you see more clearly the tapestry you’ve woven yourself into by being born into your lineage. I hope to offer a sacred space where you can discover something new about yourself and those who shaped your path – those who struggled, survived, and cleared the way for you to be here.

Take your time. Journey gently. Let yourself feel.

Be generous with yourself. Savour the moments of deep coherence and divine love. And when heavy emotions rise, be still with them. Ask them where they come from, and why they’ve arrived.

I wish you a rich and abundant journey. Bon voyage!

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May peace be with you.

♡  Hele