Entrepreneurship and the Ever Present Power Struggle of Paving the Way.
Altogether, it’s a power dynamic that reiterates that the powerful people are the ones with their wallets stuffed regardless of what they care to offer.
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Connection is Everything.
Without deep connection, the human beings in our lives become objects, entities, boxes on our to-do lists. I have to say, this is not good. This sucks.
I See You: Creating Authentic Connection.
The world is ready to open these doors of meaningful and authentic connection to us, the moment we choose to stand bravely in our own light.
They Want to Sell Us Magic.
Look for the ways they are trying to sell you magic and love and connection. Hold grace and rage as you witness the illusion.
Name the ‘It’ That You Long For and Let the Rest Go.
I don’t want to carry my heart around like a burden anymore. I long for connection and compassion and partnership.
Surrender Gracefully into the Winds of Change.
We feel where that old way of being still lives inside of us. We see it in the atrocities playing out in our world. This is not being illuminated and highlighted for us right now to create shame and guilt, or to overwhelm and demoralize us. We are being shown it because we are being gifted with ...
Authenticity: Inhabiting Wildly Tender Revolution.
Congruent authenticity happens in the guts and bowels of your life. Being authentic is the grunt-work of the soul, of any deeply human, spiritual path. Being half here, half there, halfhearted, faking it to look good, strategizing to make things easier for your self — that’s the common way of ...
Never Quit Loving, Do It with Your Heart Wide Open.
My love is a chaos endured by a ritual of blood, sweat and tears... as a willingness to hold space for your tomorrow because you are unable to rise in your love today. Oh yes, such love is being brave enough to tattoo your soul with its higher vibration. Feeling it. Beyond rationality. Beyond ...
Fumbling Attempts At Learning To Receive.
At this point, I just surrendered to the tears that fell. She put me back down, put her hand against my cheek, and started to sing the faintest of lullabies. At first, I thought I was imagining it, as I was being held in kindness by this loving stranger. After a few moments, she hesitated, her ...
I Am Bigger Than The Things That Scare Me, But This Feels Different.
I know now what you want. I know now how you want to do this. I, for lack of a prettier way to say this, am not ready to do it. I might be in a month. I might never be. I don’t expect you to convince me, or to wait for me. Even if you did, it wouldn’t be something that you would need to shut ...