Words and language have been both my greatest challenge and my greatest gift throughout my life.

If you’ve followed my social media presence overt the past 15 years , you’ve probably noticed my struggles. I make mistakes. It’s okay… I tell myself, it’s okay. I’m doing my best, and every day I get better.

Dyslexia and neurodiversity present significant challenges, particularly in articulating language through speaking and writing. But alongside those challenges comes a blessing: my understanding of the energies of words runs deep. My voice, and the words I use is my medicine. And my medicine is love – the most powerful energy in the universe.

The words broke me.

I vividly remember being just four years old when I started infant school. I was placed in “the brown group” for reading. I was acutely aware that this group was not like the red, yellow, green, and purple groups with the confident kids. The word “brown” said it all. From that moment, my journey took a downward turn. I went from being a happy, sociable, carefree little girl to developing a deep belief that I was not clever and therefore had no value. I felt forever doomed to be in “the shit groups” at school.

Teachers used words to affirm my supposed “stupidity,” “carelessness,” “lack of attention,” and “lack of ability.” These words became the foundation of my reality. My creativity was also stifled along the way,  the words of others, lead me to believe that I could not sing, play music, dance or draw. (I know so many of you have this too!)

Those words took root in my mind and stayed with me throughout my life. I internalised them, acted stupid, and genuinely believed that I had no worth and was incapable of learning, singing or anything really! They shaped my beliefs, which in turn shaped my reality.

I woke up

It was when I became a mother at 27 that I began to see something profound through watching other parents speak with a lack of awareness to their children. I began to see how words were programming these children.

Words can be either weapons or tools.

I embarked on a path as a speaker, a radio presenter, a teacher, an author, a songwriter, and a musician and medicine woman who dances!

I knew my wounding was my gift and my purpose was to communicate and share messages that often hard to hear – words that shed light on shadows, yet bringing healing and wisdom, words that come from deep emotional intelligence and connection to spirit.

I began to see how intellectual language fails to capture the essence of the medicine and magic that is all around us, sometimes rendering words unnecessary. in my humility as i gre older i began to see the profound medicine of Silence, and how space become more powerful than any word at all.

Words are spells; that’s why they’re called “spellings.”

Words have the power to shape the world we live in, both externally and internally. We have all experienced the dual nature of words. They can deceive and destroy or uplift and empower.

Words either come from love or fear.

As manifestors of our own reality, we continuously weave our world through the words we choose.

In our family, we are conscious of the words we use, recognizing their ability to shape our reality. We strive to create beautiful worlds for ourselves and each other, and therefore, we gently bring to light any words that may reflect limiting beliefs or create a reality that does not align with our hearts’ desires. Through gentle reminders, we help one another use words that are in alignment with our true essence. I vividly recall moments when our youngest, at the tender age of six, called out my choice of words, saying, “Mommy, listen to what you just said. Is that what you want to manifest?”

Our aim is to cultivate beautiful relationships, both with ourselves and with others.

The words we speak form the very essence of our co-creations in this middle world.

Join me next week for a week of words, journeying deeper into the words that create your reality.