What we think has a profound impact on the way we feel, and the way we feel influences how we behave; conversely, the actions we take, whether conscious or unconscious, have the power to shift the way we feel, thus provoking certain thoughts -- or any which way you want to look at it.
Has this happened to you also, my darling? Have you run after a path that wasn’t yours? Chased fleeting dreams? Have you rushed into a situation that pulled you away from what you truly ache for? I have. The right mountain (our Mt. Fuji) demands awareness—a life that is reflective, a slow intentional movement and evolution on our own, unique path.
Let’s make a pact — it’s now or never. This is your time and there is much to be done! And there’s no more time for regrets — we’ve all been there. We’ve all postponed our calling to get into shape over and over and over again. Days, weeks or even years may have passed — but none of that matters anymore. It’s time to create a healthier, happier you right now.
If you're staying in a relationship that doesn't fulfill you, challenge you or resonate with you because you feel obligated to a deal or a contract you made with another human being, you are depriving both of you of opportunities for happiness and growth.
You get your heart broken, you open it up and try again. You fail an exam, you study harder and become more familiar with the material. You become more and more thankful to just be alive, and you press on.
During this growth of the business and the continual improvements and expansions, I felt a crack begin to form in my heart. The day-to-day tasks and financial pressures of the business had dulled my passion.
His films showed us the depth of the human experience. The importance of living in the moment fully and still being present in love and joy was the message I got from him. In moments of darkness, he was the shooting star that brought a smile to my face and joy back to my heart.
I have learned what I need to do is sing them a lullaby once in a while. Invite them over for dinner. Or even make love to them. Give them a peace offering to keep them sedated enough so that I can go on with my life unperturbed instead of lying awake all night thinking of one hundred and one ways to kill them.
Robin Williams was loved by many near and far. I would bet the farm that he did not feel like there wasn't anyone he could talk to, but having people to talk to doesn't always quiet the tempest and few people truly understand, even when they try. Worse still, you feel the strain that you put on others and it makes you hate yourself even more.
By Paula Swenson
I’m so far from perfect, I can’t even see it from here.
And that’s a good thing.
Perfection, at least the way our human brains try to define it, is an illusion.
On the other hand, everything is perfect exactly as it occurs.
This paradox is at the heart of our human story.
I’m a recovering perfectionist, raised by perfectionist parents. A child born to love weeds, wildflowers, broken shells and fragmented souls, asked to strive for perfection.
I tried, hard. Or a part of me did.
Yet, somehow, the child who sat for hours watching speckled bugs climb the tall grasses and tiny fish schooling in the shallows making random patterns of sun and shadow, the little girl who picked wildflowers, weeds and garden flowers together into messy bouquets, was never far beneath the surface.
My most precious treasures are still bits of sea glass and...
The night is there for you to touch it. It was created for this purpose, in a madman attempt to make you take that hand of yours and put it around its waist, grasping life by the hip, running hand in hand until there is no air left, and first then take a breather along the shores of what will come next.
Perhaps that’s why we are so leery of showing people who we are. Why bare our souls to a world ready to cut us out of the picture if we stumble or take one misstep that reveals our human imperfections rather than the shiny, happy version of ourselves that we so skillfully project?
It's time to heed the call of Your Wild, and discover yourself anew (again). Thankfully, we have the literary delicacies of those who travailed before us, to offer treats to put into our traveling packs.
There is life after abuse. There is also marriage afterwards, even if that marriage is to and with oneself. You are not alone. You deserve respect. You deserve love. You deserve a safe place to sleep at night. You deserve kind words to be said to you, not just sometimes, but every day. You deserve to shine your light rather than to hide it. You deserve to flourish, to live your dreams. You deserve community. You are not alone.
By Tahnee Lazarus
I remember one morning, whilst taking my usual route to work, something started to feel amiss; even the energy around felt different.
I suddenly began to feel a slight melancholy. I was gently alerted to memories of old, which seemed to unsettle me because this time it made me take a second, maybe more, and it caused me to begin to think.
I remembered my late granny, and I felt this huge weight of loss settle. I was bombarded with special memories of her sitting on our couch, in her very specific corner where the sun shone every day. It streamed onto her and warmed her already warm soul.
I would go sit with her and she would tickle my palm, and hand out special pearls of wisdom to me. I sat and listened, but I would always notice how different our hands were. Hers were speckled with sun spots and wrinkles. There was a story etched into these...
How do you describe the indescribable? Eventually our quest must turn inward, beyond the limits of our own thoughts. Not always done in the same ways or traveled within the same pathways, love is the ultimate driving force of this search — and it is available to each and every one of us this moment. You are the living truth of this.
Excuse my French, but bitch is the best word I can use to describe this person. You know what I’m talking about. Everyone knows what a bitch is. Let’s not cut corners and just call a spade a spade. A bitch a bitch.
Because you make people nervous and you don't give a fuck and you probably did not start out in stealth mode, it's very likely that if you're a bad witch you've attracted actual persecution at some point.
Some Native American tribes called this August moon the Sturgeon Moon because they knew that this was the time when the sturgeon of the Great Lakes were most readily caught. The sturgeon was a symbol of strength and grace to Native Americans.
He said, "I understand your reasons for not wanting to go. All I ask is that you remember that you have not had a chance to say your good-byes. If nothing else, attending the viewing will help you accept your father's passing and give you the opportunity to express yourself as you see fit in your farewell."
Families who don't deal, feel the tension of unresolved issues, even down through the next generation. Young people will instinctively know not to speak to Aunt Jane or Uncle Bob, but they won't know why. They'll simply follow the unwritten rules set down by the ones that came before.
My generation is one which has recognized its own extinction, and is trying to decide how to deal with it -- Baby Boomers who heralded from a period of idealism call this 'fatalism'. I call it 'dignity'.
By Paula Muran
Karma is about energy and action — how energy flows towards and away from us.
It is the belief of the Hindu and Buddhist traditions that karma is the result of our own past actions and present doings. We ourselves are responsible for our own happiness and misery. We are the architects of our own fate.
Accordingly, everything begins and ends with the self. I believe that the ebb and flow of karmic principles are not truly understood, for if they were, we would never say a bad thing about another person again.
Let me explain how karma works.
Imagine around yourself a grid-like structure — like a web, multilayered, buoyant and active — extending all around you. This is your field of energy and every thought that emerges from this field is energy.
Every action creates a reaction.
It’s like bowling.
We grab the ball; we think a...
There is no more important species, there is no greater or weaker. We are all alive together on this beautiful planet. We are born and our life is often a struggle. We must eat and we must bond with others, we find our tribe, we feel safe in a pack, we look for a mate, we breed and reproduce and we look after our young and show them the way in the world.
I have got to feel this out. I have got to return to my innocence. Was I ever there? Perhaps I was born under the sign of fire because of this baseline of rage that has burned through the women of my family line and put me on this inter-dimensional surgery slab.
Listen to your body. All the information you need to know about how to practice while pregnant is there, in your intelligent system. Drop the expectations, definitely of the physical acquisition and retention of poses. Enjoy your state.
You live so deeply within
my bones that I swear
I can feel you shiver
from within my spine
when it’s cold outside.
You have surrounded my heart
with so much barbed wire
that I feel tiny pinpricks in my chest
every time someone makes my heart beat fast.
Our big brains consume 25% of our body's resources, and so they take short-cuts whenever possible. Therefore, the construction of the world and the self are filled with assumptions. We see what we expect to see. We construct our self-stories to confirm the stories from our past.
“To be creative means to be in love with life. You can be creative only if you love life enough that you want to enhance its beauty, you want to bring a little more music to it, a little more poetry to it, a little more dance to it.”
"Voodoo is the religion of adaptation," he said. And it was like something stopping me in my tracks. This. Oh yes, this. The way of survival, a capacity to not resist movement, but shapeshift and adapt to change. This.
Crisis can be good. Midlife crisis, personal crisis, or even existential crisis in the middle of the ocean… can be good, if you do something about it. If it forces you to change, to move, to gasp for life.
By Alise Versella
We were sitting at the corner of miserable, the streetlight flickering on and off like a soon to be dying firefly
We sat cross-legged — Indian style, meditating on our raucous thoughts twisting like television chords
The old black-and-white kind with alien-tinfoil antennas
The picture in our minds was crackly-fuzzy, then turning Technicolor rainbow blocks
When you know the programming has been interrupted for a very important message
But it was just cars whizzing by with their horns blaring rude and demanding to turn down the street first
Like just by honking louder you could get there that much faster
And once you’ve gotten to said destination, what awaits you?
What did you nearly run over to rush over to?
In such a rush to get nowhere, just to another corner of another street
But perhaps the streetlights aren’t fading on that...
It seems I have always pushed the boundaries to what I can and can't do and parenting has been no different. The need to strive, to push, to rise, dictates every decision, every act -- until I find myself falling short of a bar that was set way above human capabilities.
I wait until all the guests have left and the hosts have given themselves over to sleep. Emerging from my hiding place, stomach rounded, I'm pregnant with stories. Waddling away, shadowed hands holding my ankles, it's hard to leave my under-the-table place of seduction.
I can't tell you how many times I've made a vow to myself to quit regimes that involved trying to change or decrease the size of my body. I can't tell you how many times I've tried to hide my vessel because I thought she was fat, ugly or just not good enough. I can't tell you how much time I've spent time traveling — to a place in the past where she was acceptable or to a moment in the distant future where she'll be perfect.
That morning I walked away knowing only two things for certain: something was very wrong in my marriage, and that something inside me was trying to get out, to be seen, and to be heard. Both of these sent a chill of fear through my soul.