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.
It seems that every decision my husband and I make, regarding the birth and life of our Sea Monkey, flies in the face of conventional wisdom in some way. I want to be careful in making the right decisions for the right reasons.
Are white women so disconnected (excluding Miss Connecticut) from the internal that they have ignored a thread which connects them to themselves and other women, independent of the lens that society focuses them under? Must we always be asked to fit somewhere other than in our own skin?
Years from now, it will not matter that -- while asking Ren to please aim the nozzle on my butt crack -- we were dreaming of real showers with an 'endless' water supply, the privacy of a shower curtain and the water pressure to actually wash the soap off of our skin and the shampoo out of our hair.
The realization that my body was not socially acceptable began at the age of 10, while sitting at the fourth grade lunch table, listening to a group of my friends criticize another classmate for her weight… a weight which I shared.
Along with the books, I had begun to collect stories of myself, and I stood on those stories -- we are all, for a time, the illusion of our own tales -- Carl Jung had suggested to me. But some platforms are essential, Joseph Campbell interjected.
Travel. Funky-walk-about-get-your-hands-dirty-experience-the-local-color kind of travel should be a prerequisite for life as an adult. Once you see those faces and hear their stories, you are changed. Once you experience the profound kindness, strangeness, hopefulness, and, even the understandable fears of the "other," you can never again think about any living person as being less important than you are.
So bring some happiness with you when you come to examine a child, and draw a smile on his face before you draw blood. I came to learn that children smile for the simplest things because they see beauty in their surroundings.
There are indeed sides of us that we don't acknowledge or accept — or aren't even aware of yet. Consciously, perhaps mostly unconsciously, the sides of us we tend to avoid tend to deem unlovable, make us feel uncomfortable, require effort or deep inquiry, so instead of doing the work, we desperately try to disown such traits, pieces and parts, yet they remain tightly intact, longing for our attention.
Make forgiving yourself the greatest act of courage. Make forgiving those around you, the world, the smallest sacrifice. Tap deeply into life. Invite the possibility of transforming the darkest aspects of you into something that is malleable and allowed to be released.
As long as I live, love, run, dance, write, laugh and make lots of love, as much and as often as I can, then I am ready. If in the end I have eyes wrinkled with permanent smiles, I have done well. How would I want my memory to be preserved? I am still deciding who I am with each passing day.
That moment was a moment of decision. I wonder if I made that decision or a higher power’s plan did when I have these moments of confusion come around. That reminder about the truth of who we truly are… Love and Loved.
When we peer into the heart of things, when we gaze at the mother of all, we will not find an object, a thing, or a final system of things, we find ourselves gazing -- we find our imagination of things. To put it simpler, 'things' aren't made up of smaller things -- 'things' are made up of our imagination of things.
Although I contain all your moralities, I am way beyond their reach, so there is no possibility of you being fallen, sinful or in any way lower than me. Your shame is an aspect of me too, so you need not even be ashamed of feeling ashamed.
How will you navigate the reconciliation between your ideals and the structures that may or may not support them? What will you accept, create, dismantle and refuse? How will you navigate anything you want and whatever you need and make it work, not just for you, but for your community, your city, your country?
Over the past 30 years, an epidemic of new disorders has been on the rise in psychiatrists. Some have only recently been discovered and fully understood. Remember, psychiatrists need our love and compassionate understanding to heal from these.
My concept of Burning Man is that it is a reflection of an alternative response to the rigid and structured world we live in, a place, a space, a time to rhyme and explore the subtle, the overt, the gregarious and sublime.
How do we listen to the silent nights and the insect cries when our minds are laden with what if's and what to dos, so exhausted we collapse onto our pillowy beds in our painted walls, forgetting nature, full moons and sunsets even exist?