Prodigal Mind is more than just a book...
It is a collective pilgrimage to overcome our negative self talk and make our minds a spacious place again.
It is a communal journey to become compassionate observers of our interior landscapes.
It is a unified pursuit to be as kind to ourselves as we are to the people around us.
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Welcome Friend!
I'm Kate Hurley, creator of Prodigal Mind. At the risk of sounding gimmicky, I want you to know that I believe in you. For some mysterious reason, we humans have a hard time believing in ourselves when we are looking out from our own eyes. My hope is that my words can be a mirror to you. That you can finally see what people on the outside have always seen. You are shimmering. You are brave. You are stronger than you think you are. I can't wait to go on this journey of self discovery and healing with you.
Your life is beautiful. I'm here to help you see it that way.
You Are Stronger Than You Think You Are
You are stronger than you think you are.
You, your hands dirtied with the soil where you till up the rocks of generations gone by. Your tears watering the ground, making the roots grow deep and wide while you are unaware. You labor, you dig, you claw this tiny piece of land where others buried their dreams and gave up trying.
But not you. You keep going.You never give up. You see the tree in the seed, and you will fight until that tree is standing before you, it's long willowing arms grasping your hope in its branches.
You are stronger than you think you are.
You, covered in all your scars. Where your face was grazed with false imaginings that you were not beautiful enough. Where your hands were caught in fields of cotton when you didn't believe you were free. Where you were marked across your chest the day you thought that they left because you weren't worth it. Look closely, love. Look closely because those scars are gilded with gold. Those scars have become your crown.
You are stronger than you think you are.
You, dancing there with your face against the wind. Not a pretty dance, but a wild dance. A hold on for dear life to the hope dance. An I will never stop believing in your goodness dance. A shake the sadness off your skin dance.
You, with your feet pounding against the ground to the rhythm of your unsurrendering spirit. With your knees soiled and bleeding from the prayers and the longings and the times you almost gave up. With your arms thrown up in surrender and beckoning and awe. There is burning against your back as you lift up your face, because your wings are returning, love. Your wings are returning.
Look at me and believe now. You are stronger than you think you are. Stronger than you think you are.
