The ability to discern isn’t a purely intellectual faculty—it’s the benefit of being more identified with your soul nature. And it isn’t a narrowing of focus. It’s actually a wider, more inclusive point of view—as if our hearts were open apertures. When we see more of our whole selves—shadow/light, pain/power, then we can see more of the whole truth around us.
I always have a prayer or two on my fridge, I tuck them into my day planner, and I like one on my altar. I’ve also folded them into a bunch of rosemary sprigs that I left on a friend’s porch. Easier access for divine connection. Having prayers in view makes a difference to your heart-mindset.
I used to believe that my unmet longings were a punishment. The longings pushed downward to a small loneliness.
I healed some. I learned how to grieve career paths, friendships, partnerships, and children I wouldn’t be having. And, amazingly, grief brought me so much closer to being alive. Grieving for my faded dreams woke me up.
I’ve tried recapitulation and obsessive, neurotic over-attachment as a means to self-improvement. Funnily enough, it doesn’t seem to work.
The Full-Hearteds will be called crazy, idealistic, rebellious, too soft, too New Age, irrational, impractical, so angry, disloyal, righteous, moralistic, idealistic, unrealistic, unreasonable… and (gasp!)… utopian. It won’t be the first time, it will not be the last. That’s more than alright. This moment was made for the Full-Hearteds to let love rule. We see the beautiful ideal and we know that we’re all a part of its unfolding.
Resilience isn’t about toughening up—it’s about adaptation. And adaptation is about inclusiveness. And inclusiveness is the natural state of the heart.
The Initiated Woman has bled. She’s bled from blind decisions that sliced her esteem; she’s bled from unguarded boundaries being obliterated; and she’s bled willingly, with love, because that’s what you do when people you adore are anemic or they’ve been punctured by life—you give them some of your blood. Here, I have lots, it’s fresh and warm. I’ll make more.
I’ve decided I’m going to be a Hope Detective. I’m going to track, study, broadcast it. Because nihilism sure won’t turn things ‘round. I believe: Heart people are everywhere. New worlds are underway. The solution is seeded in every problem—we just have to… detect it.
What you can’t control:
The weather. Mean people. How people interpret history. How people interpret you.
What people think about anything and everything. What people say to you. What people say to anyone else. Who or what anyone loves. How anyone feels about anything.
The Prayer of St. Francis
Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is error, the truth;
Where there is doubt, the faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, joy.
Solid conclusions only come from an inclusive point of view.
Shadow work, Faith, rebirth, and shedding—#GraceforImpact is a plea to make 2020 change us for the better.
“You know what’s going to come of this moment in history?” asked Lauryn Hill. What?! Injustice, division, collusion?
“Beautiful art,” she said. “It’s happened before, and it will happen again. People’re going to make things. Artists make art from struggle.”
Her gift to everyone that night was firm Faith.
She alchemized fear into a higher vision. Like artists do.
Why do some of us change as a result of suffering and some of us don’t? What creates revolutions?
Some Heart Centered members have been working with these devotional practices for a few months now. Our collective practice has settled into a trustable rhythm. There’s room for all of you to be carried on the momentum.
Faith is believing that the Light exists, even when it’s dark.
Binding identities, grievances, expired dreams, regrets, possessions. Can you feel the pressure to let go?
Our survival is directly related to the emergence of heart centered commerce. It’s the new imperative that business must play a healing role in society. It’s going to look like a miraculous shift in contrast to the destructive greed of capitalism.
It’s a wild time to be alive. Bold choices are in order.
My birthday week is complete. Usually, we’d be packing up the Pay What You Wish banners. But that was the old way. I’m daring myself to take this further. We’ll see what happens. So! I’m leaving the Pay What You Wish doors open through the summer. (And hopefully always.)
60+ things to do when we’re in pain. Wise, devotional tools and practices I use to heal.
It’s the sometimes annual Pay What You Wish Week for my digital situations: devotions, meditation kits, ebooks, audios.
Our deepest pain is the entry point to our authentic power. That’s why we do shadow work.
I want to co-create a world in which everybody has the essentials: nutrient-rich food and water, education and art, (actual) healthcare, and spiritual support.
Everyone foraging for the happiness that was always right there to be had.
With unlimited stillness we are all feral, finding home.
If the majority of the world slowed down because of one unifying singular crisis event… would THAT be enough for you to give yourself a break?
Very philosophically speaking: things stick to stuff that’s stuck. The more freely energy circulates, the healthier a system is.
Grace holds tension. Between joy and sorrow; sanity and falling apart; the past you’ve outgrown and your radiant future. Grace balances “bothness.” She is spiritually mature. She turns pain into power.
This is the call in our global pause: to let go of old ways so that a beautiful ideal can emerge––from each self to our social systems.
Grace for Impact is the best of my love, my training in scenario planning and future studies, and my Faith. I was intending to write a book next year called, Things I Do When I’m In Pain. Here it is. This poured out of me in a week. It’s not perfect, but it’s on time.
Deep wisdom that spans from the microbiome to farming activism to hospice care. I asked Zach Bush to talk to us about the foundational grace of biology so that I could connect the dots to the human spirit. Why does a cell and a human choose to live more vibrantly or choose its demise?