I love the word, "scour." I love the rough, clean feel of it. Because when I think of the constant litany of doubt/fear/doubt/fear/regret/doubt/fear offered up by my brain, that's what I want--a complete cleanse. An exfoliation. And all it takes to be effective is an invitation--an open invitation for the wind to blow away lingering fear… Continue reading An open invitation.
Sometimes, when it's all too overwhelming, it's more helpful to think of ourselves as elements of the whole. Each element is exquisite--the way it works with the next, the way this seamless machine keeps going, whether we focus or not, whether we strive or rest. Today, maybe it's the subtle pulse of blood beneath the skin.… Continue reading Radiate grace.
We are united, and we are, ourselves, indivisible. Concentrated to our smallest, most complete point, we are the universe. We are universal. We are same-same, but different. We are an expression of Spirit's love of infinite variety and core-level unity. We are one. We are connected. We are unique, and we are family. Spirit, bone,… Continue reading We, too, indivisible.
That we're our harshest critics is not news. But why is it, knowing that, that we continue to listen? This is the eternal mystery. The fierce hippie-rebel in me is here to play the tattooed angel on your shoulder, reminding you gently, with compassion and with love, kindly to shut up. For today, when that… Continue reading The Most Difficult Border
We just get too close. And when we get too close, our vision fails us--on every level. I think it's because we've become too accustomed to squinting, to bending closer, leaning toward, trying harder. Instead, we need space to breathe, space to move. And space can be scary--all that emptiness. All that possibility? All that perspective? … Continue reading Unrecognizable to Ourselves.
Amy Holt 