What would change if you saw yourself––and others, through a Loving gaze? Everything.

What would change if you saw yourself––and others, through a Loving gaze? Everything.
If you’re paying attention to your choices, you’ll cognitive dissonance pang once in a while. And it can be a smidge shamey. But when you apply compassion to that sensation it shows itself as your conscience. And it’s a signal to get into alignment with your higher nature. Either examine and change your perspective, or shift your actions.
Everyone foraging for the happiness that was always right there to be had.
With unlimited stillness we are all feral, finding home.
A treatise on the power of connection…
When you need back-up on your divine petitions, give someone the honour of lending you their faith.
Comparison. Resiliency. True Love. If you’re in WTF Bootcamp right now—you will get through it. You’re in it because your Soul is up for it.
Show me how to love myself truly and entirely. Show me how to eat, sleep and move my body for nourishment, restoration, celebration. Show me how to embody everything that is my joy.
Eventually, we will all beg for love—proudly.
We hear this from motivators: “You are the average of the 5 people that you surround yourself with.”
In case you didn’t know, we have GLOBAL love for our readers and workshop attendees. Like, three-books-translated-into-TEN-languages kind of love…
Friends, lovers and therapy…
This episode is about our personal activism. I’m talking about how we can get justice, without incurring too much karma. I’m talking about how to be a revolutionary for just love.
Loving your problems, the courageous act of stillness, and my Love + Radiance Meditation. My first Roundup of 2018 is here!
Can you love the problems inherent in your industry? The challenges that come with the goals you’ve set? The hoops you have to jump through to get what you want the most?
Being compassionate with ourselves is what DEEP self-love is about. The kind of love that’s bigger than self-care Fridays or a nap.
Signs that you love yourself, thoughts on sacred sex, and how to rock your paradoxes…My April D Digest is here!
Love yourself enough to know that every commitment you make—from the time you say you’ll show up, to lifetime vows—is sacred.
So White Hot Truth is about questioning our quest. Not so that we can get all debaucherous (tho’ that might be exactly what your spiritual evolution requires at the moment. In which case, go for it.) so we can craft a spirituality for ourselves that feels inspired and liberating — instead of a checklist for getting holistic and moral approval ratings.
D Digest: Your failures and your silence; How to deal with Faith & doubt; a free Fire Starter audio and more Love…My January D Digest is here…
Savour the simplicity of your pre-dreams-come-true time. Love the egg you’re in. Because not too long from now–and right on time, you’ll be spreading your wings and life will never be the same again.
D Digest: What to do after you have a breakthrough, letting people help you, and new #Truthbomb decks! My September roundup is ready!
Celebrate yourself no matter what — even if they think you’re tacky, terrible, too much of this, too little of that. Make how you move through the world an homage to your beautiful, luminous, powerful, magnificent, righteous, sacred…self.
That same self who may fuck up tomorrow, but will still be made of LOVE. THAT Self. Love.
Money, approval, association — those are each healthy components to pulling off good stuff, but only if they’re rooted in the true love of what you’re doing. First, integrity, then hustle.
No matter what you do in life, whether it’s truly noble or expedient BS, you’re going to sweat for it, you’re going to lose a few battles, get criticised, hit the wall.
There aren’t many shortcuts to greatness, so really, just #doitforthelove.
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.
I’ve had thousands of conversations with people about desire and this is what I’ve learned from them (and from my own fiercely tender fierce heart): Desire is simple.
You can crave it, distill it, and peel back every kind of wish and most get to this: Everyone desires to love and be loved.
Find out precisely how your people want to be loved and then…just love them that way. (Take the Love Languages test if you want to dig in to this psychology.) Bend to give the person in your gaze exactly what they need, the way they need it — and guaranteed, you’ll be a better person for that kind of giving.
And by “necessary hard work” I do not mean: slogging on something you don’t really want to be doing in the first place. This is not about sucking it up or faking it.
By “necessary hard work” I mean: FIRST you commit to something that lights you up, pulls you forward, truly inspires you — the career, a relationship, a project (and YOU can be that improvement project, by the way.)
One of my least favourite behaviours of mine is withholding love. I’m hugely proud to say that it rarely happens. (If you’re going to boast about anything, let it be your capacity for loving.) But it still happens. It’s a reservedness that creeps over my usually boundless heart. I tell myself that staying quiet will give me shelter (from what?*), but it isn’t shelter at all.
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 used to pray to sweat blood as a little girl. Dramatic, I know. I was a Catholic schoolgirl, an only child. We rented a small house in a small town, and my parents were young and hip and generally let me do anything I wanted to. The liberal headspace at home, acres of wheat fields to explore alone, and daily Jesus, Mary, ‘n’ Joseph at school made for the perfect environment for me to become the quietly intense mini holy roller that I was. At one point, I used the nooks of my bookcase to create a home for Barbie, and for the Virgin Mary. A leopard-print chaise and a rosary. Heavenly, really.