🏠 Soul Practices: From Homeless to Homeowner

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 I have slept in cars.

I have lived in houses without heat.
I have been offered “free rent” in exchange for my dignity.
But one day, I decided my story wasn’t going to end there.

Three turning points that changed everything:
1️⃣ Believing I deserved safety, even when I had nothing.
2️⃣ Saying no to unsafe shelter, no matter the cost.
3️⃣ Saving in tiny amounts — $5 at a time — and celebrating each step.




🌬 3-Minute Guided Meditation for Calling in a Safe Home

Close your eyes.
💛 Picture yourself outside a home that feels like sanctuary.
💛 See the light in the windows, the door waiting for you.
💛 Walk inside. Smell something comforting. Hear quiet safety.
💛 Whisper: “I am worthy of safety. I am worthy of home.”
💛 Let your body believe it.

Affirmation: Safety is my birthright, and I welcome it in all forms.
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