Guarded Hearts, Sacred Energy, and Showing Up Anyway
Guarded Hearts, Sacred Energy, and Showing Up Anyway
By Angel, Founder of AMC Rise and Thrive
Hello beautiful souls,
Today I am sitting in front of a blank page, and my mind feels
like a snow globe that’s just been shaken. Thoughts floating. Emotions
swirling. Nothing landing in one neat, focused place.
Usually, something rises clearly to the surface when I sit
down to write. A theme. A sentence. A message that feels ready and waiting. But
today, my heart is carrying too much at once.
And maybe that, in itself, is the message.
So come sit with me in the middle of the swirl. Let’s talk
about energy, protection, loyalty, grief, and what it means to keep showing
up—even when your mind feels scattered and your spirit feels stretched thin.
Because sometimes the holiest thing we can do is stay present
in the middle of what we cannot control.
When Love Faces Reality
I recently went to see my friend who has been placed on
hospice.
Even writing that sentence feels heavy.
Seeing her physical change up close was heartbreaking in a way
I wasn’t fully prepared for. She has lost so much weight. She is down to what I
weighed before I was ever pregnant—and I was tiny. To see that frame on her
body, knowing what it represents, is not just emotional. It is sobering.
It is one thing to hear about decline.
It is another thing to witness it.
There is a quiet that fills the room in moments like that. A
sacred kind of quiet. The kind where laughter is softer, movements are slower,
and every glance carries unspoken understanding. She has a bird—who, let’s just
say, has a bit of an attitude—and he dive-bombed my child on our last visit. I
keep joking that maybe my son wants revenge. But when he can’t fully articulate
what he’s feeling, all I can do is interpret the energy.
What I do know is this: he wants to go back.
And she said it’s fine.
So, we will go.
I plan to go as often as I can. Because the truth is, I have
trips planned in March and April. My calendar has commitments. My time is
spoken for in ways that once felt normal. But when you are staring at the
reality that someone else’s time may be limited, your perspective shifts.
Time becomes sacred.
Moments become currency.
You stop assuming there will be another opportunity.
And you start asking yourself: Am I showing up the way I
will feel at peace with later?
I want to make the best of what we have left. Not in a frantic
way. Not in a desperate way. But in a present, intentional way.
Because love deserves presence.
When You’re a Fixer but There’s Nothing to Fix
If you know me, you know this about me: I am a fixer.
When something is wrong, my brain begins searching for
solutions immediately. Information. Alternatives. Angles. Remedies.
Possibilities.
After she went to lie down, I spoke with her husband and
gently asked for details. The medical perspective. The timeline. What they’re
seeing. What they’re expecting.
And instantly, my mind began working.
What about sunlight? The body absorbs so much healing energy
from the sun. What about the moon? There’s a full moon and lunar eclipse
approaching—an energetic shift, a cosmic opening. There are moments when the
atmosphere feels charged with potential. Maybe there’s something there. Maybe
we can amplify something.
Because that’s what fixers do.
We look for cracks where light might still enter.
But here is the lesson unfolding in real time: what feels
empowering to me may not be what she needs.
I want to send long playlists of empowering songs. I want to
show up with nourishing meals and research articles and encouragement that
sounds like battle cries.
I want her to fight.
But I also want her to feel peace in whatever time she has
left.
And those two desires do not always align.
What feels right for me does not automatically mean it is
right for her.
And this moment is not about my need to feel useful.
It is about her need to feel safe.
Sometimes love is not about solving.
Sometimes love is about sitting.
Sometimes love is not about offering answers.
Sometimes love is about honoring silence.
For those of us who carry the “fixer” spirit, this is one of
the hardest disciplines we will ever learn: restraint.
Not every battle is ours to fight.
Not every outcome is ours to orchestrate.
Not every soul needs our strategy.
Sometimes the most powerful gift we can offer is steady
presence.
No agenda.
No performance.
No pressure.
Just love.
Guarded Hearts and Sacred Energy
There is something about seasons like this that clarifies who
you are at your core.
One thing about me? I have fire.
I call it my chingona fire—that fierce, unapologetic strength
that refuses to shrink. It’s the part of me that has survived hard things,
learned early lessons, and decided that my energy would never again be given
away carelessly.
I have always believed that everything is energy.
In every interaction, there is an exchange. You are either
giving or receiving. Sometimes both. But something is always moving between
souls.
That is why intention matters.
I am a guarded person. Not cold. Not closed. But discerning.
The people who have access to my inner circle are rare. They
are chosen carefully. Because in a world where many are accustomed to taking,
those who genuinely give are sacred.
This isn’t something I developed overnight. I learned young
that not everyone who smiles at you is aligned with you. I have experienced
friendships that existed because someone was benefiting from what I offered.
And when that benefit stopped, so did their loyalty.
I am, by nature, a one-and-done person. When someone shows me
who they are, I believe them. Access is a privilege. Not a right. And that
includes people who share your bloodline.
So, when I say that after twenty years, this friend and her
family are not just acquaintances but chosen family, I mean it.
When I show up, I show up with intention.
Some people avoid situations like this because they don’t know
what to say. Grief makes them uncomfortable. Illness feels confronting. So,
they stay away.
Others show up but carry complicated motives—curiosity,
obligation, self-interest disguised as concern.
I want to be neither.
All I want to do is strengthen and protect.
To pour my fire into their atmosphere in a way that warms, not
overwhelms.
To guard their peace when I can.
To be energy that builds rather than drains.
But here is the boundary that must accompany that fire: you
cannot pour endlessly into everyone.
Give to those who honor the gift.
Not because you are superior.
But because stewardship matters.
Your energy is sacred.
And sacred things require discernment.
Writing Through the Messy Middle
As I sit here writing, part of me feels like I’m rambling.
But maybe this is what processing looks like.
Not every message arrives polished. Not every reflection is
tied neatly with a bow. Sometimes your mind refuses to focus because your heart
is busy holding something tender.
I thought about skipping this post.
It would have been easy to tell myself I needed space. That I
would return next week with something more structured, more refined.
But writing is part of my rhythm. And rhythm anchors me when
emotions feel loud.
This blog is not just something I offer you. It is something
that ministers to me.
When I write, I am speaking to you.
But I am also speaking to myself.
Sometimes I reread my own words and feel comforted by them.
Sometimes I notice themes repeating and wonder if I’m circling the same lessons
again.
But reoccurring themes are not accidents.
Patterns form around what is important.
If I keep returning to energy, boundaries, loyalty, grief,
faith—it is because those are the lessons unfolding in my life right now.
Life is not always linear.
It is layered.
It is messy.
It is overstimulating.
It is sacred and heartbreaking in the same breath.
You don’t always get to choose the wave.
But you do get to decide how you ride it.
Some of us hope for the best and prepare for the worst. (If
you are like me, you absolutely prepare for the worst.) But beyond planning and
strategizing, there is surrender.
Reset.
Recharge.
Breathe.
The full moon will rise whether we are ready or not. Seasons
will shift. The tides will move. And we will continue becoming who we are meant
to be in the process.
Ride the wave.
Even when it feels chaotic.
Affirmations for Guarded Hearts and Tender Minds
Let these settle gently into your spirit:
• My energy is sacred, and I protect it with wisdom and grace.
• I give love intentionally, not impulsively.
• I release the need to control outcomes that are not mine to carry.
• My presence alone is powerful.
• I am allowed to be both strong and tender.
• God steadies my heart when my thoughts feel scattered.
• I can show up fully without abandoning myself.
• Peace is available to me, even in uncertain seasons.
Breathe them in slowly.
Let them soften the places that feel tight.
Bible Verse
“For God is not the author of confusion, but of peace.” — 1
Corinthians 14:33
When your mind feels jumbled.
When your emotions overlap.
When the future feels unclear.
Remember this: confusion is not His nature.
Peace is.
Peace does not mean denial.
It does not mean pretending everything is fine.
It means that underneath the swirl, there is a steady
foundation available to you.
You can return to it at any moment.
🎵 Song of
the Day
“Just Like Fire” — P!NK
I chose this song because it captures the fire, I feel rising
in me during seasons like this.
There is something about standing in the face of fragility
that awakens strength. Not loud strength. Not performative strength. But
internal resolve.
The song speaks about being different. About refusing to dim
your light because others don’t understand it. About recognizing that your fire
is not meant to be extinguished just because it makes someone uncomfortable.
“Just Like Fire” is an anthem of individuality and resilience.
It reminds us that even when time feels short, even when the world feels
chaotic, we still have the power to illuminate the space we occupy.
The message is simple but powerful:
You were not built to blend in.
You were built to burn with purpose.
And that fire? It isn’t ego.
It’s calling.
For me, this song reflects the desire to bring light into dark
rooms. To strengthen the atmosphere with courage. To remind people that even in
decline, even in hospice rooms, even in uncertainty—there is still energy.
There is still love. There is still presence.
Listen to it not as rebellion, but as remembrance.
You carry something unique.
You carry something powerful.
And no one else can offer it the way you do.
Let your fire warm.
Not scorch.
Let it guide.
Not consume.
And never apologize for the light you bring.
Final Thoughts
If you are feeling scattered, overstimulated, emotional, or
fiercely protective of your energy right now—you are not alone.
This is a season of intensity.
Love deeply.
Guard wisely.
Show up intentionally.
Rest when you need to.
Life will not always feel organized or predictable. But you
are allowed to write through the mess. To feel through the fog. To maintain
your rhythm even when your heart feels heavy.
And above all, remember:
Your energy is sacred.
Your fire is a gift.
Your presence matters.
With you in the swirl and in the stillness,
Angel 🤍
If these words touched something tender in you, consider
passing them along to someone who may need this reminder today. There may also
be another reflection in the archive waiting to meet you at exactly the right
moment.
We cannot force timing. We can only remain open to what God is
unfolding—step by step, wave by wave.
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