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.
For those of us more in touch with our logical sides than our emotive ones, life can become increasingly difficult to navigate. If only it were a straight line! How easy it would be to plan, to see the horizon, to catch sight of any obstacles and have time to prepare for them. So when… Continue reading The inevitable leap.
I have always had a very hard time with faith. Though the religion in which I was raised never resonated, I carry from it a love of, and respect for, ceremony and ritual. Indeed, so fierce was that fascination with ritual, that it led me on a cross-cultural journey, studying sources of faith and ceremonies… Continue reading An unbreakable connection.
Sometimes the only thing you can do is walk away. Not forever, not from everything, but just for the air, the space, the perspective.
Actively choosing to wait is as firm a decision as one to move, and I think we often forget that. We confuse waiting with stagnation, or mistake it as procrastination. On the contrary--we're immersed in a culture of rushing--rushing to get the job done, to get to work, to get home, to get to the… Continue reading As yet in darkness.
Science about age and brains and sleep patterns aside, it's always been my habit to go to bed with the sun, rise with the sun. Even in college, when left to my own devices, it was such a joy to turn everything off at 7pm, in bed and sleeping by 8. I don't know about… Continue reading The forecast you fix
Man, but humans are tiring. I feel for the beings with no language who just have to put up with us, lacking the vocabulary to tell us to quiet down already; we're missing the entire show.
Perhaps we associate a belief system composed of light, of kindness, of color and crystals as naivete or divine escapism. But the older I get in this world, the more I believe in the simplicity of light, of kindness, of a divinity comprised of hope and maternal understanding. There is nothing to lose by holding a belief system of any kind and, in my humble opinion, the fewer texts and tomes, dogmatic dictations and conservative dictators, the better.
