As much as we hate to admit it, most of us are romantics. It conflicts with our idealism, but we can't help it. Because you know what, petals? Despite the unprecedented weight of the world, the reality of its harshness and its seeming disregard for the inherent loveliness of life, there is so much beauty, still and always.… Continue reading Such generosity.
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You will realize wonders.
It may be a new year, but it's just another day. It is not the year that gives you power, but that you're awake for the sunrise, the sunset, the moonrise and set, or any change of light in-between. You choose your hours, but in there somewhere will be a moment. A moment so perfect--to you--that… Continue reading You will realize wonders.
I don't know that we can move through this world without wonder--food, shelter, love, and wonder. It feeds us and keeps us moving, keeps us rising and setting with the sun, that tiny possibility that we will remember, tomorrow, to be surprised by joy. That tiny possibility that wonder will stick, that our first thoughts… Continue reading Fierce gladness.
As often as it's exhilarating, change can be distending. It pushes and pulls us into discomfort, but hear this: we are malleable. We are malleable and we are ready. We will no longer flinch from the unknown, but stand in our grace and our light, ready, and all the more powerful for that willingness. We are… Continue reading Your capacity.
I know I've been absent for a few weeks, and I can't tell you how my heart celebrates being part of a community that welcomes you back, no matter how long (or short) the absence. We are family here, and that welcome goes both ways. This is a space of motivation, whether to build up… Continue reading Your permission.
More than enough.
There are days when the energy to speak is just too much. But you know what? I think that's okay. Beneficial, even. Active listening is a dwindling art, but I'll admit--even on these quiet days, I'm rarely listening. I'm off in my own world, sorting through the detritus of impossible decisions, the weight of my past,… Continue reading More than enough.
I almost believe this, and that's a huge thing. Despite my years of study, teaching, and immersion in the world of yoga and meditation, I never thought my anxiety would let me sit still long enough to do anything but check meditation off of my daily to-do list. But recently? Something clicked. Something clicked, and I stumble… Continue reading Your focus.
We are capable. Full stop. I know, conversely, that that's an exhausting statement. Just writing it tires me out. But that's because we're looking forward at all those circumstances (not gonna lie--most of them fabricated in our intricate and endlessly dark imaginations) yet to come that we'll then have to overcome. So we have to stop… Continue reading Remain standing.
You’ll surely struggle.
Last night, a song from childhood happened to come over the speakers where I work. I stopped where I was, so happy to hear it again before being immediately gripped with a grieving nostalgia so fierce, I wedged myself between two shelves, hidden, so I could listen to it, undisturbed, letting whatever was to come,… Continue reading You’ll surely struggle.
Part of the design.
We are not broken. We are not wrong, and if we are frightened, then perhaps we're at yet another crossroads. The right crossroads. I can't tell you which direction to take--true north is individual. If following your heart is difficult (believe me--I understand), then follow your curiosity. It cannot and will not steer you wrong. It… Continue reading Part of the design.