Think about a time in your life where you had a leap of consciousness. What were the circumstances that brought you to a new understanding of yourself? When I think about my own life, the times of greatest and most significant leaping occurred during times of enormous friction. There was the dark night of myContinue reading “Using hard times as fuel to take you up”
What if freedom isn’t freedom from something (pain, suffering, third dimensional stuff) and instead is the embodiment of your true self, the love that you are? What would that look and feel like? I’ve been thinking, where am I stopping myself from being free? Where do I cutoff flow, where do I give away myContinue reading “More thoughts on freedom”
Right now we are being challenged to step into the big heart that we all have. It’s hard. The more potent the emotional trigger the harder it can be to “unlock” from whatever pops up. But we also have so much assistance available to help us through it.
I think many white people — myself included –we have thought, what’s the point of speaking up? Me pointing out my uncle’s racist view will do nothing to change his mind. But that logic can no longer stand.
What if we bet on ourselves for once and became our own best friend? What magic might unfold?
What keeps me listening to fear when I know it has no business being in my world? Habit mostly. The brain has been running this old crappy program that’s sorely in need of an update. It’s like I’ve still got Windows 97 running with Clippy telling me to be AFRAID, be VERY AFRAID! (Side note: did you know his official name is Clippit?)
The other night I read my daughter a book that mentioned how lobsters hide under rocks while molting a new shell. First of all: lobsters molt?! I I’m am showing my ignorance of the crustacean family here but I had no idea. Also, gross. Second: friends, I think I might be a LOBSTER! Let’s reviewContinue reading “I’m coming out of my shell! (And it’s a little scary)”
I feel like a butterfly that is figuring out how the heck to get untangled from its cocoon. It’s a little awkward.
The goal is not to repress what the heart is stirred to express (hopes, losses, despairs, longings) but rather to hold it all in love….and then release.
I hereby surrender and accept my current reality as it stands–in its messy glory, its ecstatic uncertainty.