Love from the inside outward. Some people will take offense to your healthy priorities. Others will take your loving example and love themselves even more.
For pure encouragement
All the things that softly kill me.
The hate. All the hate. It makes me fume and spin. The light. Oh the light! The light that is powerful enough to transmute hate into Love. “T’was blind, but now I see.” That kind of light.
Thoroughness (a poem for devotion)
I have expressed from my longing and obstacles
the balm of thoroughness,
rare as rose oil,
nothing cures like devotion.
I stroke it on wounds and desires
D Digest: Your joy, your pain, and how to know when your work is done. October Roundup.
Is your Inner Motivational Speaker, like, nice to you? Interior tone matters the most.Like all communication, it’s THE TONE that makes the difference. And the tone you take with yourself is the most important. Let your joy rise to the surface #Truthbomb...
Purification. Pain. Passion. And marrying your soul. Or…How to tap your deep creativity.
If you want to tap into your deep creativity — the profound, unbridled, genius, life-infusing, widely useful and healing kind of creativity, then purification is essential.
Now, to get through such purification, you’ll need passion. You already know what that is. Fire, heart, big vision.
D Digest: Freedom, flaming hearts & the Divine Feminine. A month o’ letting the love out. September Roundup!
Spiritual practice won’t make you super human. But it will help you fall in love with your humanity.
Freedom worships inquiry
If you want to live according to the pulse of your soul, to the depth of your desires — to be FULLY ALIVE THIS LIFETIME…then you must devote yourself to be a QUESTIONER.
Why these rules? Why am I feeling this way? WHAT am I feeling? Why did they do it that way? Why can’t I? Why are we doing it this way? Where are we going? Where else has this been? Where does it go when I’m done with it? Why not?
There was a time when You lived to protect Me. (A poem attending to the oppression of women and the universal longing for communion. For starters.)
There was a time when You lived to protect Me.
No makes way for Yes
Imagine being excited by EVERYTHING that you’re up to. Imagine looking at your day planner and thinking, “My life is so obviously great. OBVIOUSLY.” Imagine feeling incredibly free and empowered.
You want that, right?
Then here’s the password to all that spaciousness and power. One word: No.
Authenticity is magnetic
…and by that I mean…being “real” is attractive, compelling, shiny — respectable. That said, being you doesn’t mean EVERYONE will dig you — we all have different flavours and tastes. But it does mean that your tribe will be able to see you. And the people who are ready to have what you offer will hear you. And the universe will get a very clear signal about what makes you more…YOU. And it will deliver more YOU-affirming things into your life.
28 of the best things I ever did — from my bedroom to my business
1. Started treating my office like it was a real room that was worthy of my best treasures, not the “spare room made into an office”.
2. Drinking hot lemon water in the morning. Great for digestion, skin, alkalinizing.
3. Admitted that I don’t like managing people, and therefore I am not excellent at managing people. Good news is, I’m an excellent leader.
You’re on the verge of a miracle.
A Course In Miracles defines a miracle as “a shift in perception.” I love that, because that definition covers a lot of bases. You can choose to believe in spontaneous healing and create a physiological miracle.
Adjusting to your prosperity. (And how I stopped my habit of “getting by”.)
I’m at my first meeting with my Financial Planner: “So, I looked at your numbers,” she eased in. I felt like I was waiting for a diagnosis. “I think you’re working for your business instead of your business working for you.” Hunh?!
Don’t take any shit. (And a few handy phrases.)
…and by that I mean: Your week is filled with a few opportunities to put up and shut up. And where does that get you? Repressed, suppressed, officially oppressed. Not taking any shit doesn’t mean you’ve got to fight or get scrappy — though sometimes, that’s exactly what you need to do — loudly.
The password for Beloved
There is that place you cannot reach within your singular self on your very own body inside your human person. No matter how you bend or try to scratch it, there is That Place you cannot reach alone.
I call all of my power back to me now. I am whole and complete. (Say it with me now.)
I was moving out of a house recently and told a friend I was going to smudge the place. (You know, “smudge” — you burn some sage and clean the energy out. Stay with me, this is going to get more logical for some of you. Actually…it will probably get weirder.)
May my suffering be of service.
When the suffering is almost intolerable.When you’ve had all you think you can take. When you can’t comprehend what the “gift” in the pain might be. When it’s not making any sense. When you’re asking, God, Life, WHY?
Words can make you sick. Or healed. Heavy or light. Here’s an experiment that might prove it.
Each half of the same apple sat in its own sealed jar on our windowsill. Throughout the day, we’d walk by and say to The Apple of Positivity, “You are so awesome! You’re a winner! You are perfect, gorgeous, useful. We love you apple! Apple! You rock!” As for The Apple of Negativity…
How to burn your patterns… and accidentally belong with Zen Buddhists.
I felt that centering rush when I walked on fire for the first time. And when I cliff dove and swam with dolphins in Kona. The first time I got on stage and instead of launching into my talk, I just stood there and looked everyone in the eye.
How do you set your standards and ethics? With one simple question.
The style of delivery was wildly different for each person. Some of us were very matter of fact and detailed. Some of us were more big picture about it. When we each shared our statements, it gave everyone else on the team an opportunity to fill in some gaps of perception, like…
The Bright Privilege
Sometimes, my heart is so openI can’t tell if it is a gaping wound or a portal for everything that ever was and ever will be…
Please don’t punish yourself.
It’s hard enough to make your way in a world where you will be judged, daily. To overcome the intentional punishments inflicted by dark mongers; to find the right concoction for emotional wounds; and to rise from the simply deep heartache of not getting what you want — it’s anything but easy.
Just Love. (My most epic declaration of desires and demands, inspired by Eve Ensler.)
You know what I want? I want JUST LOVE. Something so pure it transmutes my terror of not getting what I want into what I want the most: JUST LOVE…
focus (a poem for sacred prioritizing)
We dance ’round fires
to pray for others to change,
and we change our names
so that a reality we don’t truly want
will let us in the door…
Write this sentence down where you can see it: I am devoted to dreaming about my ideal life.
Dreaming is a solution, a soul elixir for so many emotional ailments. The mere act of dreaming is a life-affirming endeavour. Dream. Envision. Fantasize. Imagine…
You have no jurisdiction here (a poem for boundary-making)
The outline of my being
shines brighter than
agreements I made before now…
Here’s what to do when you’re feeling small. Reframe your power.
What I love the most is truth, and if I’m going to be of service — and I’m devoted to being of service, then I have to tell you: I feel so small today. I see the pain. I see the joy. I see the beauty. I feel the global scope of what’s happening, and… I feel really, really… small…
The Chorus (A poem for those of us always trying to get ahead.)
Chorus:
The long time of loud striving
the symbols of success
keeping time in my head
always a quarter b-b-beat behind…
Kundalini rising (A poem for your fire)
I am looking
for a place
to put this fire…
New, little big deals. Is this the week you do what you’ve been scared of?
My friend Robindra promised he’d show me some DJ ropes (because I wanna spin and mix and stuff when I grow up). He got a gig in North Van and said I could tag along for the night. So I Facebook’d about it, mentioned the locale, said it was a great way to kick off my birthday week, and I put on my black high tops to head out…
