I'll confess: I'm a DANCING QUEEN. Mamma mia let me tell you I love their songs. I had a dream I was their biggest fan. It's the name of the game right? Knowing me, knowing you, this love-fest could go on forever. Those red boots though. There is a point to all this I promise. … Continue reading When ABBA speaks directly to your soul!
I'm done with pushing. I don't like it, I don't want it, you can have it back thank you very much. I'm talking about the energetic pushing. (Not the physical pushing - though definitely not into that at all!) The powering through, or powering over, a situation. Not my jam anymore. The results of this … Continue reading The magic of finding flow and dropping struggle in parenthood
What if we bet on ourselves for once and became our own best friend? What magic might unfold?
Image from Instagram account @roseunfolding You worry too much. Live out loud. Your thighs look great. Stop wondering about what will unfold. It’s all beautiful. Trust. You are a badass. Play! Don’t wait until you are an old wrinkled coot to play and be crazy. Try some pottery. Get some new lipstick for crying out … Continue reading Some advice from my future self (aka “old fart Sarah”)
What finally clicked was realizing I wasn't having enough fun in my life. My spiritual work had become purely WORK (I mean, it's challenging and all but it shouldn't be drudgery!). I needed play and spontaneity! I needed that inner child to do her little dance again.
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.
My highest self isn’t having it with this dreamy nonsense! Get to work she says!
You are life itself! It's time to bloom! (Also, that's a tiny orchid in the picture which may just be my new favorite flower. So tiny! So cute! Let's hope I don't kill it. I may be life itself but my inability to keep orchids alive might cast doubt on that assertion...)
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!
If you are reading this post you at some point clicked "FOLLOW", maybe because you have known me since I was in diapers (though I no longer am, let me be clear), maybe because we went to school back in the days when I owned a Debbie Gibson-style hat (and wore it to school though sadly there are no photographs to document this), or maybe because you were sleep-scrolling on your phone and thought, sure, I'll read the random ramblings of this lady and follow her blog and never think about it again.