A while back, I had a journal cremation. Burned 7 years of pages soaked in self doubt and self abandonment, guised under the beautifully sad habit of seeking answers — always outside of myself.
Made a lot of space to see that I was creating noise with all the outside opinions, when, in fact, I was craving the depth of silence. Seeking wisdom, but too attached to finding answers for it to pour through…
Wisdom is the spiritual essence of the Soul. Comes in the stillness + silence. …
In these factious times, will you lay it on the line in the name of integrity? Or will you stay rooted in your dominion… and find workarounds to serve in a magnificent way?
I still struggle with this myself… let’s unpack it together. Press play.
We’ll all meet mini-crucible moments in our lives… moments where we have to decide:
To get a megaphone.
To be quiet.
To work behind the scenes.
To get onstage.
Will you lay it all down for your beliefs, or will you find the workaround on behalf of the collective? I think we’ll only know when the time comes. And our actions may change day to day. It’s all Love.
Show me how to love myself truly and entirely.
Show me how to eat, sleep, and move my body
for nourishment, restoration, celebration.
Show me how to embody everything that is my joy.
Face me toward my Soul
Show me what I knew before I took on the veils of human form.
Show me who I am with no attachments, and who I am fulfilled.
Rinse comparison from my psyche, lift my gaze to my Higher Self. On the dark days, just remind me that I am a good person and that…
The outline of my being
shines brighter than
agreements I made before now
but thank you for the
that bound me
for now I know
my endless expanse
my fences are
not so much about you not being
(although you’re not)
It’s that this is now
and it is me
and I am in space
and that covers it all.
Who’s to say what’s insane and what’s enlightened? Where does our judgement crowd out the sacred mystery? Why do humans choose to suffer? Come with me…
A man down the street from me sits shirtless in front of the cinema, in the cold, asking for money. There are some Sadhus in India who choose the excruciating pain of holding their arms in the air for decades, with the hope of transmuting the suffering into enlightenment.
Both are on their way back to Source. We all are.
my heart is so open
I can’t tell
if it is a gaping wound
or a portal
that ever was and ever will be.
I’ve learned to love the beautiful terror of eternity,
and scenario planning how shattered I could be
if the dark things got tall
and if I fell backwards in my forgetting of the Light.
But you can’t fall backwards in Space,
You can only only only ever unfurl.
More than anything, I’ve wed the certainty that nothing changes without me — not coal becoming diamonds not fertilizing eggs or migration patterns or…
If your nervous system has been jacked for years, less “GO! GO!” could be slightly confusing to your system. And actual stillness can be disorienting. What you thought was north can go south, what you thought mattered so much just isn’t the point anymore…
I’ve been practicing living “slower” this year. Intentionally. Not forced or mandated, but a liberated slowing down. Slower to get everywhere — to decisions, to commitments, to “arriving” at where I’ve been trying to get, ASAP, for such a long time. Much slower to judge. And as for jumping to conclusions, I’m practicing glacial speed.
are not a race, an exam, or a series of skill testing questions
that permit you to proceed.
Your every breath
fuels your expansion into
more sacred desires.
Carry your dream like that dream wants to be carried.
Like a precious golden egg, an incredible torch, or the very cure itself.
Whisper to it. Strap it to your back with your water supplies and climb, running. Put it on the parade float and hear people applaud. Feed it really good food. Don’t tell a soul.
It’s a great privilege to dream
every imagining being attended to by stars.
And then to make the motion and mudras that
turn light into matter —
well, there is nothing brighter than
the place where heaven meets the earth.
Life is looking for you. Cosmic brigades are scanning the horizon to see who is lighting up. They are looking for hungry hearts, unbridled passion, audacity, courage, RADIANCE — glimmers of sincerity and daring.
This is how it works: You need to show up to get found.
Blurt stuff out, send the letter, wear that shirt, dance!, make the song, meditate with your eyes open, do what it takes to feel the way you most want to feel. Make a joyful noise. Jump up and down. Love…
I was feeling it. Pure sadness — the inescapability of it plowing through the softest part of me. When you’re in that kind of painful place you’ll try to climb the walls to get away from it. You want it over with.
“Love your sadness. It won’t last long.” A friend texted me late at night. I caught it just as I was turning off my bedroom light.
Love my sadness?
Love my sadness.
“Sadness gives you the chance to be still with the most tender place of your being.”
Sadness is an opportunity to deeply appreciate your losses and…
Opinionated introvert often mistaken for an extrovert. I write about stuff I find in the cosmos…mostly Love. Author of The Desire Map, White Hot Truth + FSS.