The creation of the art might be a spiritual act, but if you keep it to yourself you have only done half of the work. In sharing it with the outside world you make it sacred. That final step can feel scary and vulnerable but it’s also so freaking POWERFUL. It becomes a full circle moment. Not just receiving but giving it back to source in a new way.
You are life itself! It’s time to bloom! (Also, that’s a tiny orchid in the picture which may just be… Read more You are life!
I would like to now interject and add, What kind of nutty conditioning have I undergone that makes the embracing of joy so difficult and dare I say REBELLIOUS? I have this precious life in a body, a body that can eat starbursts (yes the candy) and go roller skating and sing karaoke and dance to “Thriller” and climb trees and paint pictures! HOW AMAZING IS THAT!
I feel like a butterfly that is figuring out how the heck to get untangled from its cocoon. It’s a little awkward.
At some point this past year I decided I wanted my life to be about pursuit of joy rather than reduction of suffering. And to paraphrase Frost, it has made all the difference.
This past week I was finding myself teetering between shutting down (“I’m going to ignore Facebook right now”) and also automatically writing the story’s ending. (“This is Nazi, Germany. This escalates from here. Next comes the [insert parade of horrors]”).
But then I realized that when my mind creates that ending, that is the ending we get. So I decided to choose a different ending. This story will end with love of millions raising voices and declaring, we demand ferocious, expansive love that protects, lifts, reunites and heals.
For every card sent by a child $5 will be raised for immigrant legal aid.
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 think it’s time to forgive all the Sarahs. Heck, not just forgive them — thank them! They were doing… Read more I’d like to thank all the Sarahs . . .
I hereby surrender and accept my current reality as it stands–in its messy glory, its ecstatic uncertainty.