You are not moving, you are being moved.

You are not dancing, you are being danced.

You are not singing, you are being sung.

You are a blessing, be blessings in turn.

I recorded the audio using the 432 Hz also known as the Miracle Frequency.

It resonates with the 8 Hz, the Schumann Resonance, which is known as the documented fundamental electromagnetic heartbeat of the Earth

Listening to this frequency expands consciousness, resonates deep within the body, elevates vibration and allows you to tune into the knowledge of the universe around you in a more intuitive way.

I created this litany for you, my dear readers. You can read it, listen to it, repeat with me or sing it, or use it as daily blessings. May it be of benefit. You are a blessing, be blessings in turn.

Made with intention and love, as always, from my heart to yours.

Blessed be beloved heart.
Blessed be beloved naked skin.
Blessed be our willingness to walk upstream.
Blessed be our sacred space making.
Blessed be our vulnerabilities into which we settle like newborn babyskin.
Blessed be our hands.
Blessed be words, may we use them for kindness and encouragement.
Blessed be our boundaries and saying “no”.
Blessed be walking away from those who harm us.
Blessed be standing in our values.
Blessed be our willingness to pay attention to those we love.
Blessed be the unseen places.
Blessed be knowing that we were never meant to know it anyway.
Blessed be our courage to love the one we were told not to.
Blessed be our courage to do what our heart wants.
Blessed be the waters that dared to come forth.
Blessed be the tears, they bless and nourish trees.
Blessed be winding down like cashmere.
Blessed be the humility to see life as is and the audacity to imagine life as it could be.
Blessed be trust, respect and privacy.
Blessed be love.
Blessed be moments of touch.
Blessed be the ones who support us unconditionally.
Blessed be those who open doors for us.
Blessed be those who give without expectations.
Blessed be the love we tell.
Blessed be the little ones.
Blessed be our limits.
Blessed be the old.
Blessed be our capacity to hold space for others.
Blessed be our ability to love.
Blessed be knowing how to love.
Blessed be the abundance yet to come.
Blessed be weaknesses and fears for teaching us courage, freedom and confidence.
Blessed be feelings for knowing empathy.
Blessed be twists and turns of life’s roads.
Blessed be every single heartbeat.
Blessed be those who pray for calm and peace.
Blessed be our courage to try.
Blessed be our courage to fail.
Blessed be our tender places.
Blessed be the forest cathedrals.
Blessed be our lovemaking.
Blessed be the dance of hawks, courting each other in the sky,
Blessed be the movements of my body.
Blessed be our families.
Blessed be our commitments and efforts.
Blessed be the moon, holding the waning in her waxing.
Blessed be the prayers of our heart.
Blessed be those unseen and unheard.
Blessed be our laughter.
Blessed be the words we were afraid to speak.
Blessed be the language of the wild things.
Blessed be the children’s tales.
Blessed be the branches of the magnolia tree, how sometimes they make a wrong turn but never quit.
Blessed be showing our children how to make the ordinary come alive.
Blessed be the infinite pleasure of the touch of hand.
Blessed be the answers we found when we didn’t even know what questions to ask.
Blessed be our ability to forgive.
Blessed be the languages we don’t speak.
Blessed be birthing angels from the seeds we sow.
Blessed be calling in the waters.
Blessed be knowing how to wear our armour and when to take it off.
Blessed be standing in the tides.
Blessed be gratitude for what is yet to come.
Blessed be the safe hands into which we fall.
Blessed be the one who says “tell me”.
Blessed be the petals holding their knowing.
Blessed be the roots of trees knowing belonging.
Blessed be the eyes of curiosity and wonder.
Blessed be the times we walked away.
Blessed be the times we stayed.
Blessed be the one who says “I love you”.
Blessed be all that is soft and giving.
Blessed be receiving.
Blessed be the one who knows how to really listen.
Blessed be snowdrops, they know how to grow in shade.
Blessed be choosing to stay and try.
Blessed be knowing when to quit.
Blessed be knowing when to refuse to listen.
Blessed be the rainmakers.
Blessed be the dancers.
Blessed be the moves we’ll never understand.
Blessed be our ability to just simply know.
Blessed be our beautiful bodies.
Blessed be the times when what we wished for didn’t happen, because it was a protection.
Blessed be our hurts, may they keep us from hurting others.
Blessed be the in-betweens.
Blessed be our quiet times.
Blessed be our sleep.
Blessed be the mystical shaman beneath the shroud of our skin.
Blessed be every single breath.
Blessed be our limits, may we enrich life within them, may we learn humility and gratitude within them.
Blessed be the ones who brought us back to ourselves.
Blessed be the moments that brought us to our knees.
Blessed be our courage to trust.
Blessed be knowing the cycles of the land.
Blessed be the coming of dust.
Blessed be the safe spaces.
Blessed be the things we’ll never know.
Blessed be the unpaved roads.
Blessed be the fearless heart.
Blessed be the heart that is afraid.
Blessed be the beautiful not found in books.
Blessed be the magical not found in fairytales.
Blessed be the lover’s ways.
Blessed be our fragility.
Blessed be listening to the needs of our body.
Blessed be our armour of protection.
Blessed be discernment.
Blessed be humility asking forgiveness.
Blessed be summer sun on our thighs.
Blessed be the art of noticing.
Blessed be those who pray for others.
Blessed be the sun showing shadows.
Blessed be saying “yes”.
Blessed be the hands that hold fear gently.
Blessed be tenderness.
Blessed be love.
Blessed be the newly born creatures and babies.
Blessed be “I’ve been waiting”.
Blessed be the ones who say “I need help”.
Blessed be the hands knowing generosity.
Blessed be the ones we didn’t help.
Blessed be the ones we didn’t bless.
Blessed be saints and the sinners.
Blessed be surviving the impossible.
Blessed be the unfiltered and unpolished.
Blessed be the genuine and honest.
Blessed be paving the revolutionary roads.
Blessed be the ones who do it anyway.
Blessed be hands that are tired but prepared loving dinner.
Blessed be the ones who hold us.
Blessed be tender hands with which we hold others.
Blessed be the holding close, holding together, holding on.
Blessed be our moments of doubt.
Blessed be the stories we tell.
Blessed be the weak, greedy and jealous, may they find what they seek to give them peace.
Blessed be our healing touch.
Blessed be those following their heart despite being told not to.
Blessed be the voice of constellations.
Blessed be the dancing fireflies in the sky.
Blessed be hope, the way she tangles, wrangles, weaves and lives in our every day.
Blessed be the soil of our soul.
Blessed be the land bearing our feet and the wind carrying our dreams.
Blessed be moon water girl.
Blessed be maiden, mother and crone.
Blessed be our belly and our breasts.
Blessed be the candle flames.
Blessed be the bright edges of sun re-stitching the edges of our soothing hands.
Blessed be the long shadows through which we walked and the bonfires which then warmed us.
Blessed be the long touches and the kisses on the neck.
Blessed be thoughtfulness.
Blessed be sweet surprises, just because.
Blessed be romantic ways.
Blessed be the songs of love that wait within us.
Blessed be the animals, they are holy helpers and messengers.
Blessed be the ones who see beyond the veil of roses painted red.
Blessed be the dreams that wrap around us beautifully for the entire day.
Blessed be our sensitivities.
Blessed be our clarity.
Blessed be intuition.
Blessed be the ones who walk with grace.
Blessed be the bodies that understand and speak many languages.
Blessed be visions born out of silence.
Blessed be the meaning of the opposite.
Blessed be the leafy paths that seekers often take.
Blessed be the nights of love and the love of nights.
Blessed be every step because it is perfect, because nothing is not as it should.
Blessed be the flowers surfacing the soil, tempted by water, tempted by air.
Blessed be the laughter of otters.
Blessed be the souls of our feet, creating our way by walking it.
Blessed be the art of doing nothing and enjoying it.
Blessed be fires knowing answers.
Blessed be waters knowing answers.
Blessed be the oysters and the pearls.
Blessed be the smiles knowing healing.
Blessed be our sacred heart, sometimes wrapped in barbwires yet always radiant in love.

Blessed be love.
Blessed be love.
Blessed be love.