Happy Friday
What happens when you start three different blog posts but can’t seem to finish any of them, and take a nap instead? Nothing. Here is what I came up with instead:
What happens when you start three different blog posts but can’t seem to finish any of them, and take a nap instead? Nothing. Here is what I came up with instead:
Hey there love, What words do you crave to hear right now. Whispered in your ear, setting your heart a flutter or soothing a ruffled part of you. I release doubt and soar to new heights. It’s as easy as returning to my breath. Yes, with each breath I can come home to myself.… Continue reading Monday Love
Okay, folks, the question on the table is: What if I choose my life, exactly as it is in this moment? Will I cease to reach for my dreams? Will I become lazy? Will I be settling for a mediocre, mind-numbing, sad, sad life? What if I choose me, exactly as I am? Choose my… Continue reading I Choose You: a path to acceptance
Well hello there beautiful, I really love hanging out with you. There is just so much light beaming out from every pore of your being. More than you can begin to imagine. Don’t worry about it though. I wouldn’t even think about it if I were you. It’s just the way it is. And… Continue reading Monday Love
And for those of you who need evidence: “For decades, science popularizers have said humans are made of stardust, and now, a new survey of 150,000 stars shows just how true the old cliché is: Humans and their galaxy have about 97 percent of the same kind of atoms, and the elements of life appear to… Continue reading Repeat after me: I Rock.
Hello Lover. Feeling cheeky today. It’s ok not to know, anything. Encouraged even. There’s that whole socratic paradox: I know that I know nothing. And it’s ok that you want to know. Feel like you should know. Better. I mean you have spent years in a system for the sole purpose of knowing stuff. So… Continue reading Monday Love
Let’s play a new game. I call it the creating game. Now it may feel a little funny at first, and not necessarily true, but stay with me for a moment. Our habit is often one of recreating the past. We do this in the name of truth-telling. Actually, we do it for many reasons.… Continue reading The Creating Game
Some people regard discipline as a chore. For me, it is a kind of order that sets me free to fly. —Julie Andrews It’s Thursday night and I’m not feeling like writing tomorrow’s post. I’m at a lake house. In vacation mode — the busy kind of vacation mode and I just want to do… Continue reading The freedom of discipline: writing and mindfulness
Hello Love, Let’s just say you spent the whole morning cleaning the house while engaging in a 3 hour mental bitchfest. Cursing out everyone who crossed you in the past week. All your beloved family who were fucking with your zen thing, despite your best efforts to go with the flow. Slowly, as the house… Continue reading Monday Love
Oh what wonderful contrast I am offered when I spend time with my beloved family! And to be clear, I choose to spend time with them every year. I look forward to it. I love it. And I twist and turn trying to escape the discomfort of the contradictory thoughts and feelings that overcome me… Continue reading Family