It started one morning at sunrise, as it so often does…
She tucked herself into the corner of the soft brown couch, opposite the wall of windows where she likes to watch the sunrise. She placed her favorite coffee cup, the white ceramic one with the word believe stamped into it, on the crescent moon- shaped table to her left. She crossed her legs in front of her, relaxed her shoulders, took a deep breath and grabbed the lavender Moleskin from the top of the pile of books near her cup. She slowly unhooked the gray pen from the book cover and opened it to the next blank page. She scribbled the date on the upper right corner and quickly realized that it was wrong—it wasn’t Jan 22 it was Feb 22.
On this day, at this moment, we whispered the wrong date. We all agreed she needed to go back and read what we shared a month prior, but we also knew that she wouldn’t do that on her own. We’ve been channeling through Trace for years, and she rarely goes back to re-read anything. We knew that she would be curious to go back and read the entry from that day as soon as she realized the mistake. We were right, that’s exactly what she did.
the magic is in showing up
and letting everything roll
DON'T TAKE ON WHAT'S NOT YOURS. DON'T INVEST IN IT. DON'T TANGLE IN IT. DON'T LOSE YOUR WAY IN SOMEONE ELSE'S SEARCH THROUGH THE MYSTERY...
THE ONLY MYSTERY IS WHEN YOU DON'T FEEL IT; WHEN YOU LOSE THE CONNECTION TO WHAT MAKES YOU…YOU.
stay present and rooted in your own truths.
resist judging even the judgments of others. there is no beauty in pretending that your opinion matters in such things, it does not.
STAY HERE, PLUGGED INTO THAT PART OF YOU THAT KNOWS WHAT YOU KNOW TO BE TRUE: YOUR WAY IS THE WAY FOR YOU BUT IT IS NOT ABOVE THE LAWS OF NATURE, IT IS NOT TRANSFERABLE. IT IS SIMPLY WHAT IS WORKING FOR YOU UNTIL IT NO LONGER WORKS FOR YOU WHICH MAY BE AS LATE AS NEVER OR AS EARLY AS RIGHT NOW. WHO KNOWS? IT'S THE MYSTERY.
After she read that entry, in its entirety, she turned back to the blank page, and she tried to fix the date without scribbling it out. When she did that, the date looked more like Fab 22 than it did Feb 22. We couldn’t help but laugh because there are 22 of us gathered around her every morning and we do think that we are positively FABULOUS.
She heard us giggling, which made her start laughing, too. And on that day, at that moment, we invited her to refer to us as the Fab 22. Then we asked her to get out of her head and into her heart. Make no mistake: this was not the first time we asked her to do this, but something shifted on this morning, and she simply agreed to make the commitment to herself, in this life, to see what would happen if she leaned into her creativity with all of her might and promised simply keep writing.
And so here we are.
This is the place we hold for each other. Where we co-create a space to share our messages—she shares ours, and we share hers. Our common goal is to give you the support you need to rise and shine every day.
Let’s face it, being human is hard work. The key to making it easy? Focusing on what matters most: lifting a spirit UP.