Most of the time, I am madly in love with you. My heart is bruised from beauty. It swells with impulses so strong that I wonder how such immense feeling may be contained in this miraculous, little body. I fear my eventual implosion. But where, my darling ones, have we gone wrong? While deeply in love with you, I wish at times to submit my resignation from our clan.
I hope you still read books. I hope you still remember the tangible feeling of holding it in your hand, going deep into the confines of a story, not your own, but a different way to look at life, the smell of paper.
Choose a life that is not predicated on security and stability and you will come to see such things as the illusions they are. Let go of plans and listen to the whispers of synchronicity, the gentle currents of coincidence. Find the ceaseless magic of life lived in the moment, the joy and surrender of being present because there is nowhere else to hide.
Remove my label and disassemble my classification. I need no title nor desire a stamp. I require no trademark and want no logo.
There appears to be a need for labeling. Labeling a cause, labeling an effect, labeling a person, a prototype, a disease, a phenomenon, and on and on the list goes. Labeling has naturally evolved into a concept that most think is normal.
By lumping people together into pigeonholes and mass stereotypes, we can escape the act of truly understanding one another. It is a shortcut on a complicated road. Labeling simplifies a very perplexing thing. Human nature.
Labeling is dangerous because it paralyzes us to stay in a box created by others.
We become attached to our labels and are afraid we will be undefined without them. We become disheartened and skeptical of being seen as different from what we are thought of.
It is true.
“It ain’t what...
Leading a double life caused me to lose everything and nearly my life too, so I brought all my loves, passions, gifts and talents together under one 'roof.' The key is knowing what is important to me, what is in keeping with me emotionally and spiritually, with my archetypes and my soul's voice — and what is not.
And what if you’re reaching and connecting more than you knew? That your connection looks different? Your folks respond differently? It’s more of a quiet soul-to-soul infusion than the celebrations you see in the distance. The mirage.
Self-acceptance takes work and discipline. Maybe you learn self-acceptance through therapy or by allowing yourself Child's Pose in Yoga when you need it. Maybe you learn it through heartbreak or failure. However you do it, learning self-acceptance and validation is the one kind of work that can never be taken from you.
Do you love life? And, as intense or hard or painful as it gets at times, do you care about keeping it, saving it and making it thrive? So, say a major sociopath let loose tried to destroy, torture and kill not just your life, but the lives of your loved ones, the air you breathe, the food you eat, the water you drink, and the entire planet you call home... would you care to know about it?
You have not been taught to seek wisdom from equals. You have been taught to wonder at the esoteric or elite or seek the divine above or within. You have congregated in futility, where those who own the microphone do not expect to be changed.
For some, the ocean is a mirror of our hearts: wild, restless, unyielding, untamable, unknowable. In that reflection there is both inspiration and terror. To admit that our own hearts are unknowable, despite a lifetime of effort, is more than a little daunting. And also, we know we must try.
I discovered that it is very important, during a challenging transition period such as this, to create positive experiences for oneself and avoid people who want to complain and feel victimized by whatever happened in their lives to bring them to the Rabbit Hole.
I didn't use to feel like such a fish out of water, wearing my glass heart on my sleeve. I didn't use to feel as though I couldn't relate to the people that filled every corner of the world. These days, I feel like a stranger in a strange land. Like the main character in the novel, The Island of the Blue Dolphins, I feel as though I am the last of my people, standing on a desolate shore, unable to communicate. No one else speaks my language, and my words scatter around my feet like heavy stones.
Presidential elections in the US rarely produce interesting unpasteurized candidates, but some of the issues that come up inadvertently during the endless campaigns often raise thought-provoking considerations. What is Leadership? was the leading one this year.
I do not believe these gods are reserved to the meadows and mountains. They also wait in cafes, loll around the corner of buildings, dance in museums, hide in cobblestones, slide down the sides of skyscrapers, inspire impassioned conversation, frolic on small talk, and whisper the great secrets of civilization. The gods are in the great body of the city.
Distracted by deep emotional experiences that feed a ‘not good enough’ mind-scape we become distracted by negative internal dialogues. In return, plugging our energy circuits into beliefs that are untrue and drains our energy and power to be able to contribute to personal, community, and global change. All of this prevents many of us from discovering our worth, voice, and place in this world.
"Living a life of introspection and inquiry won’t lead to a flash of clarity or quick satisfaction, but it is a powerful tool. Questions are tools by their very nature - they inspect, they pry and shine light in dark places."
You yearn to dissolve into and come back fully aligned, and it is here that you feel acquainted with the modern-day shaman, free-spirited gypsy and wandering naturalist. You experience parts of yourself that can only be likened to an expedition 20,000 feet beneath the sea. Treasure upon treasure flowing everywhere as in the night sky; all parts dance synergistically free.
The sun, rising higher and higher, grants its energy to those patiently waiting on earth. The tree warms. The community of life surrounding its roots warms as well, giving more and more each day. Hope begins in the tree again.
This government based on monied interests is something that needs to change, but it will only get worse if we just sit on lily pads Ommm-ing instead of actually standing up and doing something about it!
Shackles are broken, connections are formed, stereotypes are shattered and your mind is blown open. Often we find ourselves leaving behind old habits and beliefs as the physical distance we travel allows us to separate from that which no longer serves us. The age-old cliché of ‘finding oneself’ is finally realised as you acknowledge yourself in your wholeness, standing alone; Independent from the validation of the familiar.
What we don’t know may be more important than what we know, or think we know. There will always be much more that we don’t know, than what we know, no matter how many schools we attend or no matter how many books we read.
A cry for freedom. A cry for depth. A cry for belief. A cry for passion and a cry for despair. A cry for hope and a cry for justice. This was again, a woman filled with such strength it was sometimes blinding.
We are in earth school from the day we arrive until the day we die. This world will be saved by not only the people on the fire lines digging trenches and carrying water, but also by the monstrous actions of those people whose disconnectedness from life finally woke the rest of us up.
It is nearly impossible, as adults, to sink below our problems with others, at least not if we want integration and the necessary healing that comes from spiritually evolving, because there is no hiding from the truth.
I used to insist that fraternity brothers are ignorant, binge drinkers, and ungrateful for their privileged status. This framed me as being: brilliant, only-drunk-at-the-right-time, and critical of my privilege.
Better than Prada, Coach or Louis Vuitton; it will never scratch, dent or tear, and it will sparkle as long as you keep putting good thoughts in and oohing and aahing over every good thought you take out!
Instead of allowing you to poison every thought that I have, I am going to stop you in your tracks. I am going to identify your presence but I will not allow you to proceed any further, for my weapon -- self-love -- is far more powerful than yours.
This was how the Blue Bills project was launched -- a movement that invites us to be honest with what money symbolizes or represents and its value. Blue Bills are regular US currency tinged blue and stamped “Based on the value of a clean world”. After all, the only value money has is what we believe it carries.
It is normal human nature to express what we feel, and to a large extent, of course it is good for us. It helps us stick together and support each other, as the human community that we are... but fully connecting with feeling takes everything you have got. It takes your whole heart. It is why every religion worth its salt emphasizes silence and contemplation.
The world is neither this thing nor that thing. It is not our ideas of how it is or of how it should be. The world is the world. Like love, the world contains all possibilities. All darks and lights, all ups and downs, all rainbows of doubt and joy, hardship and pleasure. But I want you to forget all that.
Your job is to find beauty.